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Poem

Abol Froushan

Between Here and Infinity

Between Here and Infinity

Between Here and Infinity

...unfrozen photos

Now that you’re sitting by the fire listening
Lying in bed  reading
or walking on the edge of a kerb before it rains

listening
listening to that sofa turned piano lyrically
lilting between us     a night sleep    well beyond the wall of York
London calling against a white background
waiting to be put in a van

My story is chopped up
my space is broken up in words
that don’t mean anything for an instant
when you glimpse at the sofa
and think what’s the value in this?


I once broke a vow      twice froze blueberries
third time funky           rubber down the loo
letting so many unborn     balloon
you are naked up the tree
and no-one is sleeping


Where are you and no-one?
This code will one day be broken

I have broken down the leaves
left nothing on the rooftops
but still the rain comes heavy for tonight and passes this isle
The Pianist bangs on
and you holding your tongue out to my jerking hand    flying

I bite my little finger
you come out but slowly like the drum
in this smorgasbord of infinite time

and so Ophelia
make time a place of music
for my story begins
on the kerb of the infinite
like a sofa  in the rain
Close

Between Here and Infinity

...unfrozen photos

Now that you’re sitting by the fire listening
Lying in bed  reading
or walking on the edge of a kerb before it rains

listening
listening to that sofa turned piano lyrically
lilting between us     a night sleep    well beyond the wall of York
London calling against a white background
waiting to be put in a van

My story is chopped up
my space is broken up in words
that don’t mean anything for an instant
when you glimpse at the sofa
and think what’s the value in this?


I once broke a vow      twice froze blueberries
third time funky           rubber down the loo
letting so many unborn     balloon
you are naked up the tree
and no-one is sleeping


Where are you and no-one?
This code will one day be broken

I have broken down the leaves
left nothing on the rooftops
but still the rain comes heavy for tonight and passes this isle
The Pianist bangs on
and you holding your tongue out to my jerking hand    flying

I bite my little finger
you come out but slowly like the drum
in this smorgasbord of infinite time

and so Ophelia
make time a place of music
for my story begins
on the kerb of the infinite
like a sofa  in the rain

Between Here and Infinity

Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
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Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
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