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If man is dust

those who go through the plain

are men



- Apparition, Octavio Paz, trans. Eliot Weinberger



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Friday, 11 February 2011

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You only loved Marlon Brando,

A thousand falcons
            Fly across the city
                          Towards sunset.

To turn the tune,
you play the Sphinx.

Loved his body,
Hated his guts.

I spend my days
         Practising many kinds
Of laughter

You only loved Marlon Brando.

1 comments:

AUROBOROS banerjee said...

So used to reading your poems on Facebook, I hardly check your blog!
:) Once again, loved this piece.