Pavol Janik Poems
|41.||New York (Russian)||5/23/2016|
|42.||New York (Hungarian)||6/15/2016|
|43.||New York (Czech)||6/16/2016|
|44.||New York (Serbian)||6/18/2016|
|45.||New York (German)||6/20/2016|
|46.||New York (Вelarusian)||6/21/2016|
|47.||New York (Spanish)||6/22/2016|
|49.||New York (Greek)||7/9/2016|
|50.||New York (Ukrainian)||7/11/2016|
|51.||New York (Dutch)||7/20/2016|
|52.||New York (Canadian English)||6/18/2016|
|53.||New York (French)||8/16/2016|
|54.||New York (Italian)||8/16/2016|
|55.||A Big Clear Out||10/17/2015|
|57.||New York (Chinese)||11/7/2016|
|58.||On The Line Man - Woman And Back||10/17/2015|
|61.||The Moment Before Touch||10/17/2015|
|63.||VIVACE MA NON SOLTANTO COSI||10/17/2015|
VIVACE MA NON SOLTANTO COSI
you leap from star to star.
And each time there's a chime
like the kiss of crystal glasses.
Thousands of your faces
skate with perseverance
on frozen ponds.
I open you with a violin's clef
and seek the bow
whose elasticity can equal you.
Deep in you
instead of strings
I've touched tears.
You come from a scent.
A crumpled flower.
I inhale you tangled like smoke.
You inhabit the starry sky
and dials of digital watches.
You stupefy me dependably
and faster than light.
My head aches from you
and to this moment I mistake you for music.