George Szirtes
America
Homage to Robert Frank
When I fell out of the car I tried to blow
through the waves to test the power of my lungs. I tried
to take deep breaths of the inky air but it was no go,
something had already sunk. There was darkness inside.
I could see the road up ahead beyond the bank and thought
it might be reached by a person if only I cried
loud and long enough and could stop feeling so overwrought,
but I had no trust in my temperament, nor in the circumstances.
It was America I was seeking, that I had long sought
and had failed to find and now I was losing her. The chances
were she was gone already beyond the lake
with her comforts, her liquid provinces.
When I fell out of the car I tried to blow
through the waves to test the power of my lungs. I tried
to take deep breaths of the inky air but it was no go,
something had already sunk. There was darkness inside.
I could see the road up ahead beyond the bank and thought
it might be reached by a person if only I cried
loud and long enough and could stop feeling so overwrought,
but I had no trust in my temperament, nor in the circumstances.
It was America I was seeking, that I had long sought
and had failed to find and now I was losing her. The chances
were she was gone already beyond the lake
with her comforts, her liquid provinces.
♦ Water
♦ Sisyphus
♦ Orgreave
♦ Reel
♦ Madhouse
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George Szirtes
fot. archiwum autora
fot. archiwum autora
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Selected Poems, OUP, 1996
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The Budapest File, Bloodaxe 2000
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English Apocalypse, Bloodaxe 2001
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Metro, OUP, 1998
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Reel, Bloodaxe, 2004
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