Sunday, April 13, 2014

Striking imagery

Je verse mon sang dans ton corps” (I pour my blood inside/into your body), Dalida- Je Suis Malade. 

There are songs of need and songs that bleed
and a dead bird, lifeless clothed in crystal 
'The blond, the blond, the fair' of the earth's weight she dies
She pours her blood, like water into a vase 
She tints with her blood a mark
onto his body, into his body--
He blows the candles and sleeps, 
while she, wide awake receives the dark. 

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