In the beginning I did not mind
The bowl full of artificial fruit
Van Gogh prints in cheap frames
Or The Last Supper needlepoint
I did not mind her cheap synthetic
It could be taken off easily
I told her I would buy her real mangoes
And real van Gogh
And something made of silk
That could be taken off easily
And she believed me
I did not mind her bad love novels
Wallpaper with seaside scenes
Or the plastic gondola from Trieste
I told her I would write her a love novel
Take her to the seaside
And sail with her in a gondola
And that she would be in something made of silk
That could be taken off easily
And she believed me
She believed me for years
And then one day they were gone
The bowl full of artificial fruit
The van Gogh prints
The Last Supper needlepoint
The cheap synthetic
The bad love novels
The plastic gondola from Trieste
Only the wallpaper remained
With her words on it:
I am leaving you for someone original
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Artifcialism versus realism.Great piece of poetry and thought provoking.Well written and great metaphors and ideas.Impeccable poetry yours.Trez bien! Kharasho!