March 2012
P O E T RY
100 YEARS The Translation Issue
Thick eggs turned his head open, blood flowing From is mouth. This page was his last words: “The soul of the prince has lost a great trumpet.” “For us the biggest and weak fear him” Teléspiax’s dad said. “Not so. Remember this until death.”
- Poetry, March 2012
POETRY March 2012
FOUNDED IN 2012 BY AMF NO. 3
POEMS
AMF Asteria Stars on rainy days fade age curse off balance for an indefinite period of time After the gold stock sky light to reduce the old method— cheerful pillow under her wings Again as long waiting color sound they removing the door find swallows— Spice security that is not hard to find add water to clear the wing to speed up swallowing swallows and the night
Expressed Brown. Brandi Brown. Brown leaf. Yellow. Here is yellow. Berlin Express and Trelleborg resort. The meat was a naked brown sea door. They use the Greeks. What to cut this summer! Day in the evening. Clear corn stover, and the final blow: division of labor near Dallas. The man jumps up on women, brown, black. That woman in one night. And if you want, even after the game! O: the victims of them, then return without the French language: Strong! Is “A� beyond words? Die! I sat the local priest by the lake to the south on every happiness. Above this temperature, Brown. Hug me! I fall! Apple was so tired. Ah, sweet past, sense of warmth in the garden.
Caryatides Crashing on the rocks! Break the babe cave! Hack the ground! He hates school— a drunken old silence bleeding to keep the wine genitals! Congratulations to spit on columns: rheumatic old earthquake, the gray sky. Succinerem temple, wants to congratulate the increase of the choir. Wells, distribution, bloody unpetals, cakes, injuries. When the loins of Aphrodite rose— show the last breath of summer, blue, no pool, with Asteria far brown needles, see the hour of lying, maybe some Southern operations.
Nightlife Has I Always apply the creating. Hendrick, 50, eyes drink a poisoning death— but rarely have another drink. Small Buddha, Chinese God of the Grove, for Hulstkamp ball, “Please!” I never painted skates, white or blue gel, or the green of Ireland that vibrates with charm. I was always dull, my duty to follow down the road, as if it was nice. Size it? Which seems to take a pen or paper or canvas or by bronze Buddha spread his legs and call. But, said the impact of a line of decorative, Artist’s Guild, Party in the conference room! Correction... Sheep, the sharp chromotypes, flamenco, rubenish grandchildren (this is nonsense!). Hulstkamp—OH, only intermediate colors; shade coffee, straw heart, eyes—
2 Close scoops the Swan of Avon—blow your nose. These strains to wet sultry night, a mix of the burden signs of the overpopulated world; fish in many cases, four occurred: PA: drunk. Step on the cards, this guide— gross tumor dragging us all Ophelia and Juliet, winning money, sometimes fatally, all soft sigh mouth I understanding of smoke, leeches, growth pudding, mice, Ariel from the data. Age of the shell. It’s filthy head Lord’s thoughts. I pushed the extreme measures, the stories of major production, sticks atop the illiterate, world’s major powers, in this way, like bats or dragons only! “Oh God,” Gounod wrote to me recently, “the rest of silence” I think this is one; but my Dante died several logomachics in his opening.
If not, do not underestimate the changes: kiosks, pavilions, lakes I never received; Tom? Teeth Gaps; but the ape jaw plate= dust, involved in the process. These strains to wet. Butler: goalkeeper: snoring: sleep.
Deviations You say you do not; morality, no, you, this is not a substitute, intolerable; the difficulty related to the ability, cerebralized. City of Styx. With my prince chubby stuck through the bars at the foot of the bed; my heart melted by Otto Ernst and is different now. On the other hand, will not always match, but if they forget the province: internal, greedy.
He left his home I Leave the house shook. It hurts like hell. For many years, this man lying duty despite the partial success in spiritual combat. Olympic Games never come. He walked slowly through the world of dreams. Recent cases, accurate. Young willow spring, jays, and more waste. The report appears in a dream: The nature of government cycles of many old, the line is an integral part of Gin; approved by the Court. Thursday, soup without drinks; find a balance. Olympics: sorrow and joy.
2 I read on a bench, “See the latest and gray roses as titanium shrubs.� Explanations are on the case. He left the school. Another was like all human beings everywhere. It was, at least; even the death of this mixture is still laughing. Quite in the spirit of change, small flowers arranged in a certain place like cedar in Lebanon; we went and saw the windows of the fur traders full of warm clothes for winter-mail.
3 Is good, Jean, on Sunday afternoon. But what if the questions are, “He will come again? Tax return? The girl with tears?” Invalid: No one knows. He turned Peretz. It hurts so uniquely versatile. It’s my experience destiny. Wonderful thing, and nothing more. Nuts are the result! Vinyl complaints! Gin. Sun. Cedar. What? To help the car to reconcile God Dreams, voices sing the words to the model outside the home.
1953 parts Day Without Tears is a rare event. Guilty of diversion, Almost every episode. • people with a stiff neck or cotton between the toes to avoid the pain, not to do pedicure, but to deal with the two of him, that he should; so I whispered.
AMF Changes 1. A Fantasy, like Rambo
How many hours are saved today, according to throughout the night, see, how to sleep soundly. This is interesting: what to avoid: things. The question is not more difficult for everyone. It was his life. I was afraid, but to all people. You know it will (the secret of life) change.
2. Other Products Rilke In general, no brill or fruit in their eyes. But the body is prediction: the lower deck. Or to stop breastfeeding, hide, deny the hip, smile curve, data by a kiss. Food loss of life; flashing on the blind, not you. Needed to change their life.
3. The Lack of Seferis Hot today. Our experience is on the lips. Time, light, could not drink the water. With sandy beaches; is name in the sea like the wind; the wind: our menu has been removed. Editor, a language mistake in the hearts and minds. And we change our lives.
AMF The History of Moral Fell and died, surf; head in the snow. And now, with his father, left the family. The valley of the shadow shook.
AMF Life Convinced that the stars, everyone understands— however, they did not abandon the pursuit of happiness; blue wave and peace between the white stones. It can be to achieve that which is life. She hit the sand. If nature does not work, waves to clean the beach at night? What is the flight in search of the text? Users may be a scam? (Two wings of the ability of the body). Black and White— but once they smell fresh flowers in the morning, green hell. Today, with clean soil, the roof collapsed. All work and Norway, if there is no fading the weight of the plate. But it is not known.
Now the Fall When the golden bird flying blue sea, I’m sitting in the bank that lost its repression. Shane? Expires between two trees. This separation is significant, based on a division, but the meeting, was safe. Head in your hands, do not sleep. Me would remain notice by: Child’s Sleep.
Other While the fish is amazing depth, flowers and candles to get mercury; I know that yellow and red, other colors,— But the most dangerous sea Gränna Gränna track. The colors. This indicates that history will be made of you.
AMF Lips What language Heard You can mourn, Calm as you can expect? Yesterday, development kissed his little mouth. His inability to love Life in the mines Demand lips. Generally required as Threat of punishment.
AMF After Quevedo Octavio Paz, in memory
even the loss, death and memory I burn, and fire warning after the now, dust, dust, still have my life pain is not dead where the ashes were fostering the spirit of burning, and goes down, death, love, I, death of the lost coin we pay attention to safety ashes, ashes still burning, although stir the ashes and bones, ash eternal love, than ever, every death, stable moreover, our best, like dust.
AMF According to the “Pure Form� After Lorca In memory of Anthony Kerrigan
rid the world of things we believe that a reading of below and six varieties of chrysanthemums daisy my love but now I know anthology when you want to kill extended rocks in the coffee duties where flamenco guitarist break fingers focus on heavy delay / / / acute toxicity fingers \ \ hunting hours high walls of the church graves is where to hide they dug gold wisdom teeth the road and one shovel digging remains the same between the parties to the heights of the acts in this way but \ \ I can not less 6 loss of light of the moon here also the new skin aposynededemeno II but knowing the names of pure forms of things move to leave reading of the suspension of weeping loss of several these are set he
AMF Dream Symbol Falls Lake (flying over the Pacific) ship work Something between 15-30 degrees of latitude 135-150 degrees south latitude and longitude with time. • Not from the raft into the sea. Heat is infinite infinitely extended. I do not want my worst enemy. The first is the worst enemy of myself. To go from the desert landscape to the South Pacific. In winter, the animals are not visible. Island of island subdued. If there is a disgust of daffodils, his picture does not drink. • In this life, it can be to look for new ones. On the other hand, keeps us in place of the earth? Even the death of some things, others are better every day. • 14,000 in the Southern Cross shines in Paris... Already exists, or, perhaps, in Paris... However, it will feel, if you have none. There is no black box or burner judgments. Disappear completely. Navy officer in a black coffin box. But not more see the sea, see the boat.
The black is for security reasons. This is a sensitive person; They argue that the instability of a strange love is books for babies. For heavy bags, the ship is not in a hurry; I took a trip as a package, as a piece of mail. • The universe is curved; today I have a banana. To believe in God is enough, but I’m an atheist. I was full of so many deaths that I felt stupid. —Seeking after God is not expected. • Life opens and asks you to hell. We must live to write. Account of the time. —Ponder animal paradise. • Keep only the freshest ideas. These salts. Numbness is nature. Some are born, born soon, slowly, with a smile on their evil evil pieces. And use liver, lungs, they can. To write is to leave the country below sea level, to grip the pipe. We have to say, great great.
Sorry for suspicious things. After a world tour, Bougainville gave the name of a flower, a botanist Billardiè. It is also not the kind of gave there on the grass, but What?—Vomit bucket?
AMF Among his Colleagues, Moses J. Jackson, Balcony Mockery When he took a long walk Thank you for the rest of the country We saw all the signs The sea Light of the planets of the Federation Ice cave at night These configurations are known today If not taught in the dark A hundred years ago Notably Italy Bucket down and the shape of the Earth Birth to death Great music at the table Eternal stars Among these are clear warning signs Belief in “divine” For forest The last proposal The songs which still has a sad shame Fell near the mark Although it is a dirty foreign wine For the author’s names My gods will not work Stars of death But the love of power at its To help me glory Selected by the person But before right Those who made it or die in my pages Soon the name of a friend I will send them When the stars rise in the east Where the stars fall On the west side of the sea Of course in those days Add the site to cancel the mass And we in the composition of the soil (Why not immortal the soul is not eternal) Members and wages of the chain
AMF Road to Hell Hell, my hot siters insured, We are forced to the ground; We also praised the Lord All the content in us, because every cell. You do not pay for Spider game nights, and can not. Another made a boat. Keep the blanket wrapped, which was canceled. In the morning every day, we can have the best Chinese silk; We find the songs of heaven Around the fire in the den of thieves. Seamstresses: negligence (all If you lose), but The dancers play the flute; Ages of each of our queen. The first part, wearing torn and worn, Then the stars on the context; We are in custody of the baby at the symposium; But the kingdom of heaven is lost, Stars lost in night, Trees in the garden. My daughter is not here, no heat. Sister of hell; we were going...
AMF Poor Many of them are poor, so, remember. Without a doubt, a few days to see the building where you live with their children. They, Haroun, are stable, stars in the shoulder, is able to destroy angry birds of the air. Exclusion from the sun. I do not know the gifts, input and output mirror, hiking and dying slowly. Thus, you can not forget.
AMF Day Gifts True, all saints, who captured the heart of all time, will sin enough. I died an old man, God, the largest, and yellow drinking all their lives. I am pleased and looking at all my day, a rich man, and see the rich on behalf of all evil, ripe roads and trails are numbered. Lee’s work, sir, you destroy a large remission. You should say that, “As was done, do to the load.” Today, the nature of guilt, ie, in paranoid curmudgeon. You, sir, virgins, the work of the guys if there, the default; words, if these people are Christians, enough, who knows, or you, as he goes hunting. This is life. Well, there is St. Francis Domingo, S. and San Lorenzo Cecilia and more! But time is needed, was faint of small arms, if you are not shy, pride is profitable and the messenger can be ungrateful, or who had a profound effect by the human brain it is also to keep in any way, but by Rich. And if by some miracle, really soon... God, I, another. Who is so gross, it just that anything from you was a waste of time, as before I would say that is one day and some may still not allow rounded and very impressive thought disposal. That “Every soul, which ruled”: broken weaknesses. As a child my birthday once doubted place before
admiration, but his spirit of sacrifice; the duckling was beautiful; rooms, red hair, gold filigree.
AMF He called Me And petition if you are not (so much for the fate and the powers of control) sure of dust. No time is irreversible; the flow; Heraclitus read clear as glass. Fast? Treasures have saved who has not read the expected with the city, the death of the monument. And others dream of a day: maturation of air, pure gold. Dust on you, all the beds. Shadow of what is revealed. The shadow is a circle waiting to die. Know that you love.
Music Boxes Music in Japan, economically developed by the case of a water clock in lazy honey, essentially repeated tissue. However, due to subtle, mysterious fear, all will be. They came here yesterday. But this sacred mountain, the verge of an unknown sea garden’s modest melancholy; lost in the afternoon; do they come in the long run too? Who knows? You never know if you play with heart. Do you want to be of blood?
AMF Source: “The Voice” Whole life means some things to us • I want not what I want from him. • Shower is light, light, usually in silence. • No more pain for the loss of memory. • Faith, but faith. Persuasion does not convince me. • I’m sorry that he did not. • This will be the goals of life at this time. • Another man is to obey. Because children. • I’m not talking. I’m with you. • There do not want to, and do not see it. • Feed not my dream, it disappears.
AMF Chants mr. request great voice sink projects and presented in a silent walk if you know use the following prayers although it seems no one will lose
mr he speaks I pray for you to give me a sign I grew up in his absence nature is to remain be me
mr and leave you never quiet that no plans plan only track loud and shrill shared with me and to bread I will bring my words
mr stay with me even when supplied with ash and salt listen to this title imprisoned submission that we want to distinguish between images give me patience more children words and become ready to verify your address may I have the luxury to wait
mr when you arrive including bread and water open the eyes of the table you deserve us save me in faith there is only a distant pilgrim to talk to me unharried language of the animals I am far from home hungry
EIGHT POEMS New versions from the English by AMF
AMF From “Poems of Moscow� But I did not take the hands. Strangely a lot, man. Take all four years, the church, church under the same roof, and the birds and Sfsky gates and doors, gates where we put the hatred of the orthodox; Holy Chapel and prayer of a star where the floor is polished with tears; Take the cycle of five churches, cash, our soul darkness, his judgments of gold wash and shoulders, red clouds, Notre Dame in a thin layer. This increases the intensity of the wonder spent. Please, I like. March 31, 1916
“I will not leave you!” Only God can do it, or a dairy farmer in 1918 in the Moscow winter. • In the “not” ever “I.” I think, is not arbitrary. “
” I’m a doll. 1919-20
“Where there is understanding?” Where’s the sense? This is the first hair I wound around his finger. I kissed the mouth of Apple. Wash dark sky Where’s the love ; ) Other eyes see my eyes. But they could not hear some words: night. Where’s the love ; ) in the devil’s head. Where’s the sense? What should I do? New man, passing through the city. 1916
I think about the doctor in the chest. And often, pressure, and without echo! • He denied the bourgeoisie use horses plowing the roads. The bourgeoisie, therefore, no doubt, come to destroy the two camels. Extension is a camel in the snow. The soldiers guffawed. (Four, I would imagine.) 1919-20
`From “Poems of the Block” Name of a bird in the hand or an ice cube with my tongue. Quick Start Bay. That there are four. The ball caught the fly, silver watch in his mouth. A stone thrown at a quiet lake, the name sounds. Helmets by clicking on the light at night —there. Name at the top —click on sharp weapons. Your name will not be— kiss her eyes, cold eyes closed. The name of your kiss of snow: blue glass of cold water. More soundly with the name. April 15, 1916
Neighbor Akhmatova with difficult things that he wanted. Man watches Akhmatova write to you, “If you see you.� 1932 I want man to disobey God. Welcome to the chair, to the table. 1919-20
“I’m glad to be alive” I’m happy to live simply or more in the calendar. Haj-secular, thin, wise, the whole creation in the brain is my favorite. What matters is SWIFT street funds. Live like writing: fragments of the center way, god asks, not friends. 1919
Mysterious disappearance of the price on Tverskaya Street, images of long, hard, (free), from the Soviet elite. • It was not long before I saw Kuntsevo on that part of the oak. That is, by his prayers, without fear or pleasure. 1919-20
The Principle of “A Kind of Envy” How to change your life? But not it? Get a life and long skirts, and remember not to fall out (no sea in heaven). They’re soul mates, sisters, not lovers. How has your life changed with simple women? Without God? Queen of the displaced when you’re breathing? A little life to live, to wake up? There are poor? “Hysterical and holidays Enough! Rent the house?” Life at the same time, you and me. Good dinner? (If what you get is weak, it is not my fault!) Life table? He stood on Mount Sinai. Life as seen by tourists. Earth? Your website (it ;) From what? How? Cough? Head of return, you embed the mouse? Living with cheap products, the market is called, chalk dust kiss. Are you tired of a new body? How doest thou, O man, woman, note a sixth sense?
Are you happy? Not? Hell, in short, like his life. My love is difficult because I’m with another. 1924
“A kiss on the forehead� A kiss on the head removes poverty. I kissed his forehead. Sleeplessness kiss widening his eyes. I kiss your eyes. Kiss of a glass of water. I kiss your lips. Kiss on the forehead of memory. 1917
I do not buy. That is the question. Buy, buy more. I do not buy. Put the sky placed in heaven where everything is. 1919
In the “Search” “Well, they eat,” I wrote. “Put on the table,” “I’m in the office.” She was alone by the window. There are foods I’ve ever tasted. However, eating more slowly, people, and often they eat and eat. “All we are ready.” “Height:” “Where.” “Thanks for the job.” You can keck my book here, thanks. With a pencil, I, olive you; my version: with cucumber, please. I, for one verse. “Fire-Chief etching.” The boss is the thickness of the legs, on his way out of this world with striped cloth table. I smoked cigarettes, true; his body was covered, “Belgium fully.” “But he does not lose valuable reading comprehension,” in cooperation with the crumbs and the hole in the tomb. Packed to be taken, I jumped. Broad, his soul, on autopsy. And I will be subject. I have two wings. Late July 1933
From “Songs of Czechoslovakia” Black Mountain. Black Mountain turns the light on the earth, from time to time for god to restore the password. I refuse to be in this inhuman psychiatric ward. I refuse to live swimming. Was one of fear. I got ears; do not understand. I would not swim in the human spine. If we take the word answer, I refuse. • Suddenly, to open greater recovery of bowel, he accepted, took the coal and steel, they took him and lead crystal. Add sugar and involve a medic. They received NW. He took the command, took a straw and brought them south, east, sun. Many attended and took TNT. Members took the finger, but, as long as it is in the mouth, he spits! May 9, 1939
Today (26 old style), theologian John, my 48 years. Good luck. Knock on wood. Well, well, maybe for 48 yers and mental health. My challenge (to write songs hard to understand) not, for example, the explicit words of mourning, NRC, NNR, NNR. The voice of the argument. Although only coming out the ears, bye bye bye. August 1940
THE POETRY OF THE KABBALAH
AMF All Day Days of early access His Majesty the King is blessed by holy people; for you, the animals, I say: I tell you, people who bear the Throne of Glory, with all your heart and with all your soul, ready; blessed moment of its creation, and praised be the star I of Mr 2. Light shines in the morning to be if it occurred to me. Will send a vessel to prepare the day. Also, creative production. I can not answer.
Light, Narrow, Deep For more information, begin to speak before the Throne of Glory, who sings the song on the throne, every day:
Re: kingism God of the gods and Lord of lords; surrounded by a crown of arms of soft tissues including leaders of the radial armies. He covers the sky with wings of Flame. And His Majesty is high; light, low. A blaze of glory in heaven. Employees are proud to draw the figures, The highlight of his works to blow each other. Prince of clothing lines. All trees benefit from words. Lawns enjoy a happy life. And words like oil spills as flames: seek the joy of the message. And the world we live in.
AMF Where Can I Find When I believe: Their ups and hidden places. If I think: read the whole world. They live high. He set the boundaries of creativity. Period. Complex now. They came here then remained high. Put your friends, although officially no heaven, I do not understand. Not to mention the room. Pants. Instead of is close. Skin and respiratory tracts. In his testimony, “What shapes them?� Weight of the kingdom from you; he was not afraid. It is not look for the food. I looked down. I read all my heart. And my way out, you know, I feel like, I wonder what can be the sacred cause. I saw you. Who can say he did not see Report of the sky: Roy adds respect for you. There was no sound?
The real live on Earth as dust and dirt Before considering to praise. Created directly. Praise the wonders of the world. High chair. Head. Every time.
AMF In Your Case, You Must to pray, is exposed True Welcome to POETRY, E, F; clean. Protection of the Almighty. They look at the device: bless and purify; compassionate justice for them. Talented saint, sorry for your installation. Turn, the highest quality. Who remembers, their holiness? Cry and protest to remove all the secrets.
AMF Protection of Open Heart and Prayers 1 Called the vote radiation to open the doors delieverance. Heart glow workers! Darkness and silence closed. Great king passed Improving Trade Justice. Opening the doors of wisdom for us, he loves the old products. 2 Where the hidden-am-what-I, blessing and the dew will the life of the dead... 3 I have a secret of his power who knows the secret of life forever. I, and many FACOR covered bunches of grapes and the world. Send Tal Tel Baruch. Extend the exemption for a long period of time. Give the light in your eyes, not with bullets teaching your power, but with more flowers. Adam’s compassion on the son of heaven answers. Author of strength, happiness. People do not need donations.
AMF Walnut Park Mommy, what he held and felt in the castle was thought. Sinai on fire; do not use a flame of fire. Surrounded on four sides, so entry, not fight. Who is wise and learned has open access to the east; maybe your mother takes crack.
AMF Lilith’s Magic This velvet? Shipping: It can not be considered impossible. And you were there. Back to...Re: Waves present. I think I must be king.
AMF Packed Three To prepare for the game or conviction, King of Glory Holy, prepare a feast for the king. Difficulty of a little before; The increase in old potato fields to meet him. • Building search to ensure the wind lessens Installation table decorated and covered with King’s name. They rejoice part of this collection. Closed angel wings. At, at this point, Grace, who knows? It’s so annoying. It should be noted in the ground: STRENGTH; without charge or trial or court’s concern. Who does not can not. In dogs anger and bitterness.
I call ancient days increases of separation For we this area view masks zero. They are encouraged: hole in the ground, hidden depths, holes in the stone. And so, period before sunrise. Impatient joy.
AMF Hello There! Hello there! Los Angeles, Heaven Angels, Kings of Kings, King, Blessed Saints; we come in peace, angels of peace, Heaven Angels Kings of Kings, Kings, Blessed saints. Bless me, Angel of Peace, Heaven Angels Kings of Kings, King, God, May your peace, Angel of Peace, The angels in heaven, King of Kings, King, Blessed saint.
Poets are not born. Children are born. AMF