The Apprentice
Half a lifetime I’ve been looking
for a language so perfect
that everything will come to good
in the moment when my pen meets the paper.
Shadows taught me a little, a little I got
from monuments; sometimes, in the search
for beauty, this “beautiful” language, I kept
the company of ghosts.
These days, I spend more time at funerals
than I spend at my desk … A book of fairy tales
burns blue-green in the frozen stove
as I warm lime-tea for my sick child.
He sips the tea. The sudden colour
in his cheeks is beautiful,
the colour of health;
and the lime-flower is more beautiful than the rose.
Goram Simic, b. 1952 - trans. David Harsent
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