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Viktor Neborak
A CAGE WITH A PANTHER
You love to ogle skinthat forms the body of a young lady.
You trusted this panther without knowing her,
you drove your tulip spear into her.
She was taught to speak,
though she doesn’t care a bit for flowers —
this smile craves flesh!
To blood! neophytes, to the arena!
The sexual union of Rome, the roar of the panther,
the steam of an orgy, convulsing pulses,
perfumes are interwoven in brains,
poets of the golden era! —
pour onto their heads to the brim
the luster of the moon, translucent wine
will fill your cells with the sea,
and tarry blood, and — look —
a sunburn, a streak and a cave,
is she a goddess, a beast or an abyss?
is she a rubber doll? skin?
or a Venus created by the sea?
a guitar in the fingers of lovelace,
craves elegant sounds to embrace.
© Translation: 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv, 2005
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv, 2005
A CAGE WITH A PANTHER
© 2005, Viktor Neborak
From: Litayucha Holova ta inshi virshi
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: Litayucha Holova ta inshi virshi
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv
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A CAGE WITH A PANTHER
From: Litayucha Holova ta inshi virshi
A CAGE WITH A PANTHER
You love to ogle skinthat forms the body of a young lady.
You trusted this panther without knowing her,
you drove your tulip spear into her.
She was taught to speak,
though she doesn’t care a bit for flowers —
this smile craves flesh!
To blood! neophytes, to the arena!
The sexual union of Rome, the roar of the panther,
the steam of an orgy, convulsing pulses,
perfumes are interwoven in brains,
poets of the golden era! —
pour onto their heads to the brim
the luster of the moon, translucent wine
will fill your cells with the sea,
and tarry blood, and — look —
a sunburn, a streak and a cave,
is she a goddess, a beast or an abyss?
is she a rubber doll? skin?
or a Venus created by the sea?
a guitar in the fingers of lovelace,
craves elegant sounds to embrace.
© 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
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