Poet, translator and writer of many books of poems. She is interested in literature and culture studies.
Suddenly the Terrible Wind
Suddenly the terrible wind begins to blow over the coast
It half embraces me as if you were here!
The dark nights of September sky only rushes forth,
Monday nights end with the Tuesday nights,
Nights and nights, nights after nights,
It is long since I could remember a day, how it looks!
I draw myself along the streets, taking everyone as you, asking them:
"Do you know?"
"Have you seen?"
I follow the amazed faces one by one
Angry faces, asking faces, anatomical faces confront me
Then silence erupts breaking the din of city
Trudging my feet, I return to my home
Forging the truth less, baseless fairy tales to tell myself,
They whisper around me, those half naked truths
Half naked as they are, blank faces, pink thighs, rosy lips,
Where are they going? I paced along the dried path of September
Trees abundant with cherries, could I forget you?
When the sky spread like a newly wed maiden on night.
Come! White nights, let's play the game of chess!
Let's decide when the pawn will eat the boat
Or the horse gallops over the vast army of forgetfulness,
You have gone and the nights begin only after a night, drawn from the dead.
© 2021 Ilina Jones