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I sat on the flint wallUnder cherry blossomBlue sky and gentle breezeGinger cat strollingMy glasses hit the groundAnd Frank trod on themThe bin bag was torn openRevealing yesterday's curryBlackbird intrepidGull keenly screechingPigeons saving the WestAnd chicken tikka madrasCrystal Meth and Black Eyed PeasPaul McCartney wading through mudCherry blossom quiversIn the mild caress of a benign windThe blue door is painted wellBut is rotting fastOnly it rots fast for yearsAnd for two weeks under a beautiful pink parasolOld fire guard and broken potsUncle Ben's burnt riceAnd fried liceStirred with a pink petal supriseBig pebbles from the beachWith monsters in permanent inkAnd A4 lists of garage bandsWith potential from a few years backHumming a nonsensical tuneUnder the blush canopyWith a mug of putrid green vile liquidIn my electric petal wonderlandSunday morning with strong musclesAnd a crazy coloured goatI travel the flinty highwayTo the seat under the cherry blossomThere I feel in touch with the three planesThe floor, the middle and the skyBlistered feet and pudgy waistWith my head in the clouds of smog.But through the hazeIn the middle distance standsA small creature, a humanMy seven year-old son, Saint-Jeanne, in a toga"Mama" he says soflty"Look at the blossom of the cherry,"It is beautiful"And I hug him.第二首：The Cherry Blossom Blooming New life hanging flora from the tree, buds of living pink on the retina—reflecting perfectdoses of red-shifted spectrato mimic all in the skies:the ruby-stained, screaming, stretching away of starlight's elongated bleeding.What Hubble must have seen,his pin-focused eyestabbing through glassinto darkness enveloping cold:a murdered heaven,sanguinarystreaking,retreating in every direction.第三首：In Your AbsenceNot yet summer,but unseasonable heatpries open the cherry tree.It stands there stupefied,in its sham, pink frills,dense with early blooming.Then, as afternoon coolsinto more furtive winds,I look up to seea blizzard of petalsrushing the sky.It is only April.I can't stop my own lifefrom hurrying by.The moon, already pacing. |
