Nay-Ballad
From uncoiled wings of the burning swan
after sea of blood was born out of green caterpillar
that skin sheared moon from cloud's underbelly
orderedwaves to abolish horoscopes on crabs' breasts
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On the evergreen epiglotis of lotus full to the brim
the pollen fiddling honey bee wavedher double scarf
searched for drunk village of pride red beating crowd
humming songs sleeping side by side of worried distance
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(Translation of ‘Na-Ballad'. Written on 15 August 1999)
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