The Ignored Place (Dadaist Poem) - Poem by Marieta Maglas
The growing grass slopes were surmounted
by the sky of death, by confused
thoughts and by a smoking moon.While taking a deep,
crouching breath, a greedy beast started
to eat the world.There
were incessantly blowing shadows
and a wind being emerged from them...
On a blind stitch of the night, the man was
following his yellow horse.
His outstretched hand painted
the horizon with gestures
while waiting to be filled with misery.The famine
driving through the naked reality became
the cry of this wind. Feared to see
and hoped to be
at the bottom of this unknown darkness with the levers
of stars threatening the horizon, the sadness,
and the itchy confidences.
As a foot stone, his motionless horse
didn't seem to suffer.The old man
was talking alone
about his wariness, about the depths,
and about the night of memories.
With brooding gestures, he tried to understand
the immensity of the unknown.
He pointed a vague and ignored place
populated by people.
The tabernacle wasn't accessible,
nor was it locked to hide a crouching god,
who wanted to bury his chin and his knees,
while he was staring his eyes off.
Some gusts flurried through the branches.
This wind could grow while
the blown horizon constantly expanded.
A new dawn started to revive the dead sky
while huge flames were bloodying the darkness
without clarifying the unknown.
The man lit a candle.
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