does one life hold enough of beauty
to cushion you through the fall?
is there enough queer satisfaction
to slow it to a crawl,
could we interject some freeze-frames
there where tears meet up with eyes-
and intersperse the laughter
with upside-downward sighs.
could we balance birth with death
and never stop to worry,
how days and seasons near the end
come in such a hurry;
so can I close my eyes now,
will you end it with a kiss-
does death hold much to offer
that can compare with this?
(written to Dayvan Cowboy by Boards of Canada)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patti, thank you for encluding this beautiful poem in your listing. You are indeed an extrordinary writer, and perceiver of fine poetry.