Richard Brautigan : Poèmes

Foi en l'Esprit, Show Me Your Glittering Soul / vendredi, juillet 21st, 2017

The Buses 

« Philosophy should stop
at midnight like the buses.
Imagine Nietzsche, Jesus
and Bertrand Russell parked
in the silent car barns.  »


« God, all the shit
that is going to be written
about me
after I am dead. »


Death Growth 

« There was a darkness
upon the darkness,
and only the death
was growing. It
grew like
the darkness upon darkness
growing. »


Butterfly’s Breath 

« The moon throws
A shadow upon the night
The shadow is as silent
As the birth of a rose,
And the shadow is as soft
As a butterfly’s breath.  »


Kingdom Come 

« The world
has a magic direction
in the twilight.
It is a place of spells
and visions.
Look out of the window.
Do you see the old woman
with the plum tree
on her back?
She is walking
up Hyde Street.
She appears to be lost
and I think she is crying.
A taxi
comes along.
She stops the taxi
and gets in
with the plum tree.
She is
gone now
and the evening star
shines in the sky.  »


A Legend of Horses

« Of course
the prostitutes
of reality
are the virgins
in dreams
but there are
seven horses
in the meadow
with no one
to ride them
and all things
are happening
at once.
It is raining.
It is snowing.
The sun is shining.
The grass is black
and there are
seven horses
in the meadow
with no one
to ride them.
The old woman
comes along
selling apples.
The apples
are very beautiful
but the horses
are afraid
and they hide
in the ocean.
Fish look
at them
strangely.  »



« Sometimes a man is the enemy
of his own dreams.
He is the knight the queen hates.
The queen is beautiful.
But the queen is married to an old king
and the young knight is religious.
He will not walk with the queen
through the royal gardens.
He will not smile at the queen.
He will not go up to her tower.
The queen hates him and she plots his death
even now as he lies asleep dreaming
of swandragons,
dreaming of God in the
sword.  »


The Second Kingdom 

« In the first kingdom
of the stars,
everything is always

Your fingernails
are angels
sleeping after
a long night
of making love.

The sound of
your eyes: snow
coming down
the stairs
of the wind.

Your hair
is the color
of God picking

In the second
kingdom of the stars
there is only

you. »



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