art by susan wick

Love Poems of Ancient India

praise to Vishnu his hands
fondle in secret
the large breasts of Laksmi
as though looking there for
his own lost heart

translation by Merwin & Masson

 

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AT THE CINEMA
   (after Ferdinand Arabel)

We were at the cimema, the two of us.
Instead of watching the film I
watched her. I touched her earrings and
smoothed her lashes. Then I kissed
her kneesand put on her lap a
paper hat that I made with the tickets!

She watched the film and laughed.
Then I caressed her bosom and
each time I pressed one of her
breasts, a blue fish came out........!