THE DANCER AND THE POET / Poem by Satis Shroff

Poem by Satis Shroff

 

THE DANCER AND THE POET 

There she is a blonde Flamenco dancer,
From a family that was long dysfunctional.
The poet said: ‘Dance, my dear to the rhythm
Of the guitar and my lyrics.’
She pushes her feet to perform the fiery rhythms,
She dances in a trance,
Like a shaman in a séance.
By working them out
Till she’s exhausted after each dance.

He seduces her and insults her,
Then pushes her away.
He’s her lover, hater and seducer,
All in one.
He appears to her like a scarlet devil at times,
At other times, he’s a cavalier,
A gigolo who seduces also other women.

* * *
Her praises her in his verses,
Gives her red roses and kisses.
She’s in seventh Heaven,
Stunned by bolts of ecstatic lyrics.
Suddenly he lets her fall down.
Then he plays with her again.
Bodies twined they dance with each other,
Make love and melt into one.
Synchronised ravishing movements.
A passionate fire flares up as the two bodies meet
Only to go asunder.

* * *
This makes her doubt;
Melancholy creeps into her heart.
The temperament caused by the poet’s lyrics
Stimulate and subside.
There’s wild ravishment and sadness in the air.
She thinks: ‘When we came together
It was like a blitz,
That touched my heart.
You brought me fire like Prometheus,
Kindled it within me.
Ah, love when we’re together
We come out of our shells
And enter each other.’

* * *
Our love is like a flower with feelings
It needs to be cared for,
It needs the sun so that the perfume
Can unfold itself.
Your hatred is a contagious fire,
Like darkness which douses the fire within me.
I feel the ecstasy and love dying.
Alas, the magic of amour has disappeared;
Leaving behind only a faint hope.

* * *
I gave you my love,
You gave me your poesie,
Written in love’s flaming script.
You gave me light but also darkness.
Your kiss stirred my soul;
My heart began to sing
Your body promised me secrets and delicious hours
I’d never known.
During the day I walked
Like in a dream with opiate senses.

* * *
Cold and malignant hatred is all I feel,
It has been devouring me.
Your love is a sad, destructive poem,
Your countenance is a mask,
And behind it another mask.
A puzzle to me,
Almost a secret.
An unbearable and cruel love,
I cannot fathom.
Scorn, fear and hatred remain.
I creep around broken with tears.

* * *
‘I crouched below your window
Till your new lover stealthily went away.
I howled to the skies in vain.
How could such an immortal love pass away?
The vicissitudes of our relationship led me to a decision:
I saw the Mephisto unveiled in you,
I have no desire to follow you to Hell.
Adieu, my veiled friend and tormentor.

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