Poetry of Issue #6                        Page 20
Previous Next Table of Contents	GOODBYE TO SEX Ah, my no longer young old friend, my dark-red other me, Temptation of sixty years, bliss & embarrassment, So you've left me? Not the desire, but the power & glory, the union of epidermises & sensitivities, no inner-outer For some minutes, maybe hours. Portable personal Mini-paradise, illusion, egg of Thales Where no male nor no female is; bittersweet Eros never too dearly bought: how do i live Bereft of you? Partially, an implume biped On one leg only, defined by a hollow, Compensated but vaguely, never Without sorrow. Old Manneken Pis, a pale Spacetime worm slithering thru gravity coordinates, Cerebral spaces, as best i can, competent, Useful maybe to others but little good to my Self with no fleshly sisters. Gute Nacht du schlechte Welt. 18611   Darko R. Suvin __ __________________________________ YOUR ANNIVERSARY, I READ MODERN POETS Earth’s night wheel rolls over ocean waves. Relax, Your dream folded into my dream. Pain Stress and love now must sleep. Now is the time to think about death. Your eyelids, tired doves, may also bed down I project your thinner face among the winking stars. Spring remembers cherries, we invented each other. Now is the time to think about who leaves first. You are a vessel of bitter salts, athirst. Much death is in my desolate kiss A passion fallen into stagnant waters. The blackness of the wall encounters the open hand. This wall is between the hand and truth. The wall is iron air time (says Fortini). The wall is us: being, not being. Frozen. 5-13917   Darko R. Suvin __	IN THE PHARMACY I need you, I told the pharmacist You accelerate my heartbeat You awaken my appetite You quench my desert thirst You are just what the doctor prescribed. You’re a pretty package You sharpen my sight My hearing quickens when you sound out My muscles tense & relax My tendons knit together. It’s just that your instructions for use Are unclear, they seem Greek to me Or Corean or Mongolian or Xosa I know the words but not the meaning Or maybe they’re quipu knots Difficult to read or untie. How am i to deal with you Take you into me Devote myself to you -- Or maybe stop depending on you -- Unless the readings are clear?            203-271212   Darko R. Suvin__ _________________________ ON THE DEATH OF A WRITER FRIEND            With thanks to Syl K and B�lent S I sit down at my PC The day is gloomy Ursula Le Guin is dead No more verses in e-mail No more velvet prose steely glance A glance at this strange world of ours going to pot An unfolding of strange other worlds of warning and joy We are orphaned indeed the shock is strong I sit down at my PC I go on writing In the dead of the Winter What was our yield from Ursula? We'll need writers who can remember freedom Poets � realists of a larger reality Even better: O my joy, be free! Orphans must become parents But things won't be the same as with her I bitterly wish this cup had passed me by Clouds lour rain won't come The universe is unfair Farther South than South Where U went (i like to think) You're dancing quizzical dragon dear In a warmer wind 29-30118   Darko R. Suvin__	UPON THE DISCOVERY OF PHARAOH WOSERIBRE SENEBKAY (SECOND INTERMEDIARY PERIOD) So there’s some hope for us still -- four thousand Years later, an archeologist of the Final Darkness Will find a written trace & say: „Mirlenien Reigned here, son of Ka, adoring the Goddess Nut & the comradely people in arms, in order To afford happiness. His tomb In exquisite pink marble is alas much Destroyed in the Age of Plunder, the magnificent Paintings only in part preserved. His skeleton shows A height much above normal. A totally forgotten Page of history looms hereby Darkly up.”            17214   Darko R. Suvin__ ___________________________ WINTERLAND Ça nous est dû. Le sang! le sang! la flamme d'or! Rimbaud ancor giovane d�anni e bella ancora Leopardi & Sereni After death shall all turn simple: Vases find their yellow tulips, Lawyers prove their law, books Choose their readers, finally warm Wax freezes stiff. There calls for no Further alarms a closed door, mirrors Cease looking for more figures, no Alarums wax in the peace of identity Extinction mutes regrets, vivid years Are spared encumbrances. Do i wish I could live on, blue eye, mind in a vat, Crying in vain for a body, so modestly, This bloody minimum owed to all of us: Still young in years & fertile still. 2-41215   Darko R. Suvin__	A LIMERICK FOR 2015 There is a creature called God Whose creation is often quite odd A world ruled by banks, Killing drones & tanks Does no credit to a creator God.            7415   Darko R. Suvin__ _______________________________ ESCHATOLOGY: ON LOVE AND DEATH Amor mío, si muero y tú no mueres, [...] Pudimos no encontrarnos en el tiempo. - - - - - - - También veo las muertes que est�n entre nosotros [...] Y respiro en el aire la ceniza y lo destruido Pablo Neruda --Por N, como siempre-- My love, in these bygone times, gone For good i must remember, if you die before me, You must remember, if i die before you, how green, Deep, broad, was the valley & love we lived    INTERVAL Together, often apart, never disjoined. Meandering, Waters & winds of our Earth took us thru sunshines & black thunders, shook yet did not break us: We could have failed to meet in the time. Soon we shall perfect our deaths and dying, no regrets, Leave this little enchafed heart-break island Our yapping hearts shall abandon, not retract, Unreconciled mustangs of galloping dreams, lover of mine, Black-haired mountaineer of devotion borne To death, like me, upon the Black Mountain.            27-29517   Darko R. Suvin__