'and what of love? '
Love is
the red of
the devil's talons
when as a
drake, he lurches.
He watches from
his glass-en eye
the theaters below;
and when the
personnages break
and they might see,
the dragon waits:
There he sends his emissaries...
the Temptation of
feline caress,
elastic back of a cat,
Her jaws,
Her claws,
and kiss
But for something of
a good night's sleep,
But for some regret of conquest,
there, it's trapped off course
by teeth
held there 'til the
Crow come-collects
his carrion
and makes again
a show of it
'And all of you birds are deFiled,
be you friends, or Fiends, or foes;
and Violenced are your deViled feet
your maliced wings, your lying songs! '
'sparrows, kings, owls
paupers, hawks, and crows'
Because love,
our song
is
'love,
is for the
birds'
(6-29-2008 to be read with Corneille)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very dramatic but isn't that what we tend to do with love. Beautiful composition.