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| Frederick Seidel at home in New York, 2009 |
AMERICAN
My
face had been sliced off
And lay there on the ground like a washcloth
With my testicles and penis
Next to it.
The car had Wyoming plates.
I'd been to Colorado but not Wyoming,
Which I gather is beautiful.
The other one I hadn't seen was Utah.
Someone had carefully cut under it and lifted it off,
I suppose to obliterate the identity,
Except had left it out in the open.
It looked like a latex glove but also someone's face.
She told me she had always loved me.
I was the happy ending of a fairy tale.
She would recognize my penis anywhere,
Even on the ground.
And lay there on the ground like a washcloth
With my testicles and penis
Next to it.
The car had Wyoming plates.
I'd been to Colorado but not Wyoming,
Which I gather is beautiful.
The other one I hadn't seen was Utah.
Someone had carefully cut under it and lifted it off,
I suppose to obliterate the identity,
Except had left it out in the open.
It looked like a latex glove but also someone's face.
She told me she had always loved me.
I was the happy ending of a fairy tale.
She would recognize my penis anywhere,
Even on the ground.
Frederick Seidel, Poems 1959-2009, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, N.Y. 2013. Compratelo con un click mi raccomando.
4 commenti:
mmm non lo so.
...se nun c'è er cansassiri chi me lo fa fa'...?
Cansassirri? Kansas city?
(nun ve lo meritate, alberto sordi...)
Immagino uno che scriva una poesia così in italiano ...
Comunque è bella.
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