.jpg "Psychoanalysis") |
Psychoanalysis
Halka, my sunshine, don’t block the light
there’s hardly any as it is,
life is beautiful
but sooner or later must end
on a couch between Freud and Lacan
Halka, the last war exorcized
women, children and the elderly from our bodies
as prayer did the devil,
what followed was nothing to fear
it was a vaccination against
the sappy pathos of peace
and the nations’ safe sex,
listen, Halka,
millions have already died of AIDS
more than in the last war
but, you and me, we’re alive –
this has to mean something,
after long separations we become estranged from tenderness
and everything becomes habit, quick and eager,
so a happy ending in life
just as in this, not the last war,
is difficult to imagine
but I’m telling you truthfully, Halka, believe me –
life is beautiful . . .
Halyna Krouk
Suggested poem by Olga van Saane
Tags & Categories
|
Latest Comment
View All (0)
|
|
|
Psychoanalysis
Halka, my sunshine, don’t block the light
there’s hardly any as it is,
life is beautiful
but sooner or later must end
on a couch between Freud and Lacan
Halka, the last war exorcized
women, children and the elderly from our bodies
as prayer did the devil,
what followed was nothing to fear
it was a vaccination against
the sappy pathos of peace
and the nations’ safe sex,
listen, Halka,
millions have already died of AIDS
more than in the last war
but, you and me, we’re alive –
this has to mean something,
after long separations we become estranged from tenderness
and everything becomes habit, quick and eager,
so a happy ending in life
just as in this, not the last war,
is difficult to imagine
but I’m telling you truthfully, Halka, believe me –
life is beautiful . . .
Halyna Krouk
Suggested poem by Olga van Saane
Tags & Categories
Latest Comment
View All (0)
|
|