Evgeniya Lavut
In the body of the town I’m a pupil
In the body of the town I’m a pupil.
I wander along its entrails,
with my pack, at an easy pace
from place to place.
I know like my own five fingers
where things are – the smelly things,
the flowing things, where the tramps
get moved on, where they linger.
In the body of the town I love to settle
like pubic lice in trousers.
In the body of the town I’m a monk
for whom there’s nowhere to kneel
and as long as the place is possessed
by its crazy thunder-storm,
I’ll wander round, an alien
microscopic life-form,
leaving a stubborn trace:
I gasp, grow speechless, go grey.
I’m sorry I don’t belong
– but my vision is my own.
Translated by Yuri DrobyshevCarol Rumens
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