Heather Green translates excerpts from Tristan Tzara’s “The Cast Iron of the Years” from Where the Wolves Drink (Part One)
by Ernie on 04/11/09 at 10:43 am
mothers’ tears
in the frosted cup
at the tips of the figures
where there is no more comfort
young mothers
with sunny lips
brief dreams
similar similar
to remember
such as it became
what was necessary
and what the wolf keeps
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where the man is seated
the radiance turns
sorrow inside sorrow
into a life’s hunger
as much as the snow
the hatred in the stones
the condemned bridges
neither sail nor sleep
and so goes the skin
on the brows of the wells
from one defect to another
alone and alone
nothing but the eyes
of a love of a leap
that rest themselves in fevers
if all is to be lost
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to what sings the depth
in the lesions of the icy cries
yawning from so many native flowers
heavy from childhood
what speaks is more hidden
and the star on the mouth
on the sunny side
of the street on all the teeth
how I saw you it was forgotten
pass by the black mass
what is said to someone else
when the bird shines in the smoke
you did not know how to give the joy
that rediscovers the enormous eyes
and predicts the old wounds
radio deleuze: 1914:One or several wolves
