ELIZA
SEGIET
FACADE
Yesterday
she met
her past.
She had hoped,
that it vanished
into oblivion.
But now she knows
that it does not fall silent.
The past days are
still beckoning.
On a short,
one-way
– like life –
street
she wanted to see
the old house
where the painting
on the wall had signified
her love.
Somebody was
renovating the facade.
Painting over the
inscriptions
and shouting from
the height:
don't worry, it
will be alright!
She has heard
these words before,
but
the voice sounded
different:
don't worry, it
will be alright.
On the wall
of tenement with
no prospects
the mark of time
has disappeared.
On a short,
one-way
– like life –
street
the words can be
painted over,
but there is no
paint
to cover up the
memories.
INCLUSION
From the orchestra
of sensations
only moments are
frozen in time.
They remain,
and last like
inclusion hidden in amber.
Past veiled with
the memory
of stone nature.
My mind is a
collection of beads from the past,
monads of memories
immersed in the
frantic whirl of the events.
Beads of the
future crystallize
into vagueness.
Coincidence will
materialise tomorrow.
INVERTED TIME
What am I doing
here?
Am I taking up my
time?
I look for youth
amongst the young
people.
Thought mirages
are like
aviation into good
and evil.
I listen to the
stories
about the wonders
of the future.
What am I doing
here?
Am I taking up
their time?
I seek for
antiquity
amongst the old
people.
Life is not a
pendulum
and it never
swings back.
There is only
a motion of memory
and oblivion.
And I
am listening to
what still remains
–
inverted time.
Translated by Marta Szara- Turton
ELIZA SEGIET
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