Love Song
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
| A shot from Sylvia (Great Britain, 2003, dir. by Christine Jeffs). Sylvia – Gwyneth Paltrow, Ted – Daniel Craig |
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment’s brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin’s attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon’s gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other’s face
| Sylvia Plath Mad Girl’s Love Song “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you’d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)” | Любовная песня безумной девчонки Пер. Алексея Костричкина Глаза закрою − мир умрет тотчас. Я поднимаю веки − все по-новой. (Мне кажется, я выдумала Вас). Танцуют звезды сине-красный вальс Под беспросветным сумрачным покровом. Глаза закрою − мир умрет тотчас. Я к нежным поцелуям, блеску глаз И к песням под луной была готова. (Мне кажется, я выдумала Вас). И Бога нет, и адский жар угас, Исчезли ангелы и демоны. И снова Глаза закрою − мир умрет тотчас. Мне грезились обрывки Ваших фраз. Я выросла и позабыла слово. (Мне кажется, я выдумала Вас). Влюбиться в птицу грома − в самый раз, Весной она уже не так сурова. Глаза закрою − мир умрет тотчас. (Мне кажется, я выдумала вас). |