In this despicably cruel neighborhood
Where autumn leaves tickets on my windshield and hood,
The river lays low in the fog,
Much like a graduate
Of the obedience school for dogs.
I slam the office door
To leave it all behind.
In a therapist’s body,
I can afford to be kind,
Or understanding, or both,
Talking about benefits of separation and growth
(Essentially, feeding 'em lies.)
I can live without you,
It’s just that I’m less alive.
So, in my brand new, separated state
I leaf through the pages and try to collate
My life story into a book that it used to be
Before I’ve appeared, not quite being me,
In the neighborhood that neither comforts nor appeases,
Where autumn gives me tickets left and right,
As it pleases.
Fall 2006
Letters From the Fall
© Copyright: Галина Иззьер, 2009
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Indeed, life gives us tickets left and right. Excellent form, fresh metaphors and altogether feels extremely authentic. Bravo.
Валентин Емелин 06.11.2011 22:31 • Заявить о нарушении
Валентин Емелин 06.11.2011 22:31 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for "authentic", this really counts, as I myself see some imprints/influences. I would be interested to know your opinion on my translations, as this is my most recent interest.
Галина Иззьер 13.11.2011 00:01 Заявить о нарушении
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