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Open Poetry #18

Goya

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since 1999-08-18

Posts 1867
Boston, MA

0 posted 2002-01-10 04:08 PM

*This is a translation that I did from Russian. This poem was written in 1957 by Andrey Voznesensky.
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I’m Goya!
On the barren ground,
a raven gobbled down my eyeballs, so gory.

I’m worry!

I’m the voice of
The war; the debris of the cities
destroyed in the snows of the early forties.

I’m drought!

I’m the throat
Of the hanged woman whose barren body
continued to beat like a church-bell, gnawing.

I’m Goya!

O, Grapes
of Wrath! With passion, I spat at the West
the ashes of guests unwanted!
The stars that I nailed into memorial skies continue
Glowing.

I’m Goya!

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