Cavalier Zee
~ First Meetings ~At every meeting, every momentWas celebrated like Epiphany,Just we two in all the world.You were bolder, lighter than a bird’s wing,Heady as vertigoDown the stairs, leadingThrough moist lilac to your realmBeyond the mirror.When night fell, grace was given me,The gates before the altar opened wide,Shining in the darknessNakedness bowed slowly;And on awakening, I said:‘God bless you!’, knowing itTo be daring: you slept,The lilac drooped towards you from the tableTo touch your eyelids with its universe of blue,Those eyelids brushed with blueWere calm, and your hand was warm.And in the crystal throbbing rivers ran,Mountains loomed through mist, and seas foamed;Holding in your palm a crystal sphere,You slumbered on a throne,And - God in heaven! - you belonged to me.Awaking, you transformedThe words people utter every dayTill speech was filled to overflowingWith resounding strength, and the word ‘you’Disclosed its new significance and meaning: TsarOrdinary objects were at once transfigured.Even simple things like - the jug, the basinWhen foliated water stood between us,Solidified, like a guard.We were led to who knows where.Before us opened up, like mirages,Towns and cities magically built,Mint leaves spread themselves beneath our feet,Birds above us on our way,Fish leaping from the riverAnd heaven unfurled above.While fate was shadowing our footsteps,Like a madman brandishing a razor.(Poem by Arseny Tarkovsky)Photo: Black Mystique IIBy Ikenna Douglas

~ First Meetings ~

At every meeting, every moment
Was celebrated like Epiphany,
Just we two in all the world.
You were bolder, lighter than a bird’s wing,
Heady as vertigo
Down the stairs, leading
Through moist lilac to your realm
Beyond the mirror.

When night fell, grace was given me,
The gates before the altar opened wide,
Shining in the darkness
Nakedness bowed slowly;
And on awakening, I said:
‘God bless you!’, knowing it
To be daring: you slept,
The lilac drooped towards you from the table
To touch your eyelids with its universe of blue,
Those eyelids brushed with blue
Were calm, and your hand was warm.

And in the crystal throbbing rivers ran,
Mountains loomed through mist, and seas foamed;
Holding in your palm a crystal sphere,
You slumbered on a throne,
And - God in heaven! - you belonged to me.
Awaking, you transformed
The words people utter every day
Till speech was filled to overflowing
With resounding strength, and the word ‘you’
Disclosed its new significance and meaning: Tsar
Ordinary objects were at once transfigured.
Even simple things like - the jug, the basin
When foliated water stood between us,
Solidified, like a guard.

We were led to who knows where.
Before us opened up, like mirages,
Towns and cities magically built,
Mint leaves spread themselves beneath our feet,
Birds above us on our way,
Fish leaping from the river
And heaven unfurled above.

While fate was shadowing our footsteps,
Like a madman brandishing a razor.

(Poem by Arseny Tarkovsky)

Photo: Black Mystique II
By Ikenna Douglas

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