Third ones. The employment history books of days and evenings

by pascal dumont
Warschauer Straße-Revaler Straße, Photoautomat

Dear Henry Miller

Read this. Our young poets write so.

Poem: TWO ON TWO

At night,

While all monuments

Become some ordinary gray stones

With you we are in bed

Listening to music

Two of us with two headphones

And, lying, we danced a little,

So loud and so rhythmically,

That behind the wall they thought that we are making love.

And now they will read this

And the next night

They will think

That we are listening to the radio

When we will be making love,

While the star dust falling

on the employment history book of night

A leaf falling,

Turning so,

That  a little weightlessness appears.

ANSWER:

No, Olezhe, you are not quite right

We do not think that behind the wall you where making love

we, frankly speaking, did not hear any sounds

We probably listened to some kind of our mutual music

lulling ourselves to sleep,

or simply slept, not even suspecting about your music

but we read this

we know now all the truth

especially about the employment history book and the ordinary stones

and we are sure, really sure, that this night you will make love

and that is why your music which will make its way in slow bits

through the wall

we will take in calmly

music is music

no matter which way it would turn, falling, like a leaf

Bogdan Gorobchuk

All the best,

Sasha Shagi

translated by Iryna Solovey (ukr version)