What the Water Gave Me (VI) Pascale Petit
after Frida Kahlo
This is how it is at the end –
me lying in my bath
while the waters break,
my skin glistening with amnion,
streaks of starlight.
And the waters keep on breaking
as I reverse out of my body.
My life dances on the silver surface
where cacti flower.
The ceiling opens
and I float up on fire.
Rain pierces me like thorns. I have a steam veil.
I sit bolt upright as the sun’s rays embrace me.
Water, you are a lace wedding-gown
I slip over my head, giving birth to my death.
I wear you tightly as I burn –
don’t make me come back.
Pascale Petit(1953- ),出生于巴黎的英国当代诗人,《诗歌伦敦》创办者之一,于1990-2005担任该刊诗歌编辑。曾有三本诗集入围艾略特诗歌奖,被英国《卫报》选为最有潜力的诗人之一。作者: 如花 时间: 2014-9-4 16:44
"don’t make me come back"