Lilla Latus (Poland)

Posted on August 14, 2019

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Lilla Latus (Poland)
 
Lilla Latus – lives in Poland. Poetess, translator, author of reviews, song lyrics, articles about travelling. Many times awarded both for her poetry and engagement in cultural activity for local community. Published nine books of poems. Her poetry has been published in many magazines and anthologies, also in USA, Australia, India, The Czech Republic, Italy.
 
 
Justice at hand
 
I broke a bottle
 
its sharp edges
look like peaks
of unknown land
 
I can put them
onto my wrists
and check
the depth of
life
 
the strength of
veins
unblushingly blue
 
brought to justice.
 
 
 
My right hand
 
knows
how to wipe away a tear
from a kid’s face
 
good at handful
taking
clenches
the small fist
hearing white
hoof of anger
 
sometimes
salty
as if somebody
sprinkled
tears on it
 
can prevent eyes
from being
cried out
 
 
has hollow gestures
down pat
 
right
 
missing hand.
 
 
 
A girl with raindrops in her voice
 
She used to tell me about Plato and Aristotle.
Her Slavic accent sounded like gravel in the
Rain. Ing,ing, ing…
Feeling a fading shadow around my neck
I see a bright cave paved with desire and
Fear. In her language love and hatred are feminine
Nothing was neuter. Golden mean in motion.
I was Alexander but not great enough to conquer
The furthest reaches of her soul.
Leaving was a move excluding one of
The possible versions of future.
All places of my happiness are taken and create
Gloomy theory of forms.
Sitting in a brown study with blind shutters,
I can hear raindrops searching for a dry land.
Falling, tapping, dying, ing, ing, ing…
 
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