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6 <strong>ST</strong>/A/R/T +<br />
Nr. <strong>50</strong>/2016<br />
Nr. <strong>50</strong>/2016<br />
+ <strong>ST</strong>/A/R/T 7<br />
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We ever try to fathom why some find love,<br />
And the splinters a seif strews along its path.<br />
The threads we weave to form a person<br />
And those that have connected us expire.<br />
Famili ar spaces now seem bleak and empty,<br />
Cross ing them alone , without her hand,<br />
She is the measure of every nook and cranny.<br />
The smallest signs of her eat at my heart.<br />
Mouth , hands, in search of her true nature,<br />
The eve nness that marked her face , lines<br />
of an icon, as Jaw lensky might have read them,<br />
The comers of her mouth can still make me believe<br />
That she's here. My mind and vision are<br />
Partin g ways , our love beca me true, at last<br />
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Partin g ways , our love beca me true, at last<br />
Thu s - with pomegrana tes and all the sym bols<br />
Wlio, as figures , called on her to become<br />
More abstract, to haze the canvas , rattle<br />
All the link s in this chain - I will gather<br />
And weave into a shinin g wreath all she gave.<br />
Wliil e the picture I draw Jacks her colors<br />
The wa lls she painted on, the bru sh she used,<br />
Her play of lines teemed with life that fo llowe d<br />
A cause. She knew what she was fightm g aga mst<br />
But painted flowers ove r thin gs she didn 't like ,<br />
Wh atever drove her was cast into fresh forms<br />
Even when she painted in the negative,<br />
The card she playe d was one that she Jet go of.<br />
13.<br />
Is it blu e, red, or green I should have asked<br />
Wlien they made the ball jump and ro ll from<br />
Numb er to numb er. The formul as for<br />
All that is to come will be connected so as<br />
To relegate us to extra s, stochastic ones.<br />
One last time she gently wave d her hand,<br />
Holdin g the strin gs of our bond, then I saw<br />
lt sink, with her smile, my love.<br />
The flowing lines she painted onto wa lls,<br />
Wh at she expresse d in posture s and masks,<br />
Is now a relic, the game she playe d<br />
Has ended. Every thin g she was<br />
And could have been, the deals she struck,<br />
The images she left us with won' t say.<br />
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The images she left us with won' t say,<br />
We can only wake the figures she disguised.<br />
Wh at did she leave us, not to lowe r it<br />
Into a grave but to see to at every turn<br />
Her voice had already become wea k,<br />
Wh en she spoke to all my senses, every moment<br />
Free of anythin g that could tip the balance<br />
Of figures, of expression. Asleep or awake<br />
Situations that took shape tran slated into form<br />
Wliere j aded signs will never find their way.<br />
lt was the in-betwee n where she could soar.<br />
Talk is cheap, but song, and pictures<br />
Light up for falling eye lids, for the<br />
The past that speaks of her today<br />
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The card you play is one you 're letting go of,<br />
And she Jet faces trickle off, into themselves ,<br />
And every line she drew to mark their features,<br />
Beca me a part of all the sma llest strokes<br />
Of her bru shes, chalk lines . She was out to<br />
Unm ask pictures, fly them in the face of<br />
Lun acy . Bra ving doom, defying fate,<br />
She was devas tated. All were lied to<br />
By beauty, but she saw the difference of colors<br />
And bor e witness. No one knows the lucky<br />
Numb er, every stroke will inflict scars,<br />
They' re spread around the picture, take one for free<br />
But ·1ook and choose . Haunted by images ,<br />
Is it blu e, red, or green I should have asked?<br />
15.<br />
Better call it a wheel I' m turnin g round<br />
Than refer to its spokes and their move ment,<br />
The flying steps of their highest moment<br />
Thal took them off their sei course . Outward bound ,<br />
Lifewa rds, my mind is still lookin g that way ,<br />
And only now formin g reme mbrances ,<br />
Of time gone by, from growing distances ,<br />
Tracing a maze of roads and shadow play<br />
We ever try to fathom. Some find love<br />
Parted by fate grows toge ther, at last<br />
The card you play is one you're letting go of.<br />
Is it blu e, red, or green I should have asked?<br />
The images she left me with won't say<br />
They are the past but speak of her today<br />
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Sketch for a translation by Matthia s Goldmann<br />
Tam una Sirb ilad.ze, ,,no title" (20 15) Oil Stick on canvas 166 x 166 cm