Τοῦτο, τὸ ἀκαριαῖον… – MARCUS AURELIUS

1

Spill into the lake

but a drop of wine

and the sun vanishes.

2

In the field not one

four-leaf clover:

which of the three is to blame?

3

In the Museum Garden

Empty chairs:

the statues have gone back

to the other museum.

4

Is it the voice

of our dead friends or

the phonograph?

5

Her fingers

against the blue scarf —

look: corals.

6

Meditative

her breasts heavy

in the looking-glass.

7

Again I put on

the tree’s foliage

and you — you bleat.

8

Night, the wind

separation

spreads and undulates.

9

Young Fate

Naked woman

the pomegranate that broke

was full of stars.

10

Now I raise

a dead butterfly

without make-up.

11

How can you gather together

the thousand fragments

of each person?

12

Unprofitable Line

What’s wrong with the rudder?

The boat inscribes circles

and there’s not a single gull.

13

Sick Fury

She has no eyes,

the snakes she held

devour her hands.

14

In this column a hole:

can you see

Persephone?

15

The world sinks:

hang on: it’ll leave you

alone in the sun.

16

You write:

the ink grew less,

the sea increases.

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