SAXOPHONIST
by Natalka Bilotserkivets, 1999

In the tunnel next to the pale girls selling flowers
and the beggars who move from hand to hand

in a cloud of cigarette smoke
on newspaper shreds and frozen puddles of piss


on his golden horn
in the night tunnel
he summons spring
and it surrenders to him

with a gasp of joy
a loverís scream
a flick of the tongue
an upturned haloed face

an upturned haloed face
a flick of the tongue
a loverís scream
a gasp of joy




translated from the Ukrainian by Virlana Tkacz and Wanda Phipps

bil4.doc 9/18/07

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