A bust
of Beethoven
has fallen
in love with
a tiny statuette
of the Venus
De Milo
who has also
lost her head.
Beethoven with his
shattered hair
admires what is there
of her body
Christ!
with his left arm
snapped off
comes between them
keeping them apart.
Christianity
is harsh.
I pass & leave them
to their broken hearts.
Buy an egg
timer
made of brass
from a man
who looks like
a monkey
even more
than a monkey
do.
I turn the sands
of time
upside down
& then again
upside down
again
and with much fuss
catch the packed bus
in the non-stop
rain.
Home again
I boil an egg
that is neither
hard nor soft
hum Tchaikovsky
as I chew burnt toast
and cry
over you.
Oh Donall this is such a tender poem.....Ruthie sniff, sniff, blow.............. : o))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... is quite surrealistic with all the refferences like the statue of Venus De Milo, the ubiquitous eggs of senor Dali... :) well done senor Dempsey