TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Barbara Korun Jyväskylä, Finland I.

I’m sitting on a bridge high above a lake there’s a line of cars behind my back I’m peeling a giant Spanish orange looking at a giant Finnish lake the sky light blue the lake dark blue only sidelong, round and round just above the distant trim of birches and pines innumerable white clouds

as though I were inside the head of a giant bald man

and ducks swimming below on the lake and seagulls worriedly flying over the bridge as fumbling thoughts inside a head (of this bald man)

me too, me too

only a thought

II. the light that I love

is falling from the window on the floor I sleep on the floor here at the back the sun’s rays are slowly moving

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