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A Fruit Full of Heart-broken Juices
a fruit full of heart-broken juices placed on morning’s table Cézanne tablecloth diamond of beasts’ dreaming the sunlight spins moving shadows directing the fruit’s blue face into the light-source plunging its red face into deep darkness its green face into mirrors three flags covert in the spectrum no discernible relation to any tree, ever no moving creature near it its existence an education china dish, immobile knives and forks, immobile milk, immobile a Sunday of the aristocracy in that moment of enjoyment its heart-broken juices are linked to a troupe of bears but those bears have yet to come together right now a thousand miles away they’re asleep under trees dreaming of this diamond full of unsweet, broken-hearted juices 1994 © Translation: 2003, Simon Patton |
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