आज़ादी विशेषांक / Freedom Special

अंक 13 / Issue 13

Exploring you

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Translated from Danish by Milton Esman

Exploring you

I chisel me into you and engrave you into me

and build my own monastery in your stoney bedrock.

From me to Al-deyr

traveling along the skeleton coast

to the iron grotto

where the waters of the Timor Sea licks the rough edges

I steal me a little you

and dig for treasures

on your Buccaneer Island.

 

Tulip fields harvested by hand

while the water pressure on the ice barrier

in your gaze

form hillsides of unseen beauty.

Your body, Tuscaness

from the cold north to impressive egg-shaped grain holders

beneath the eye of Buddha

my fingers carve arabesques on your surface

in the Sturpa

in Bodnath

in the mountains of Goukoui Kongoli

through territories overseas

over high plains volcanic

you are the dominant model.

In glimpses between powerful currents

of non-polluting fuel

an illuminated hot-house

a fourth straight north of the polar circle.

Through salt seas

of the African continent

I duck under the foliage

wildly into the oil-palm plantations

where underwater plants

with a 3500 mile coastline

provides nursing for farmers

I tip my hat past the ox in swamped river valleys

a stranded boat

and the mangrove

ornithological multiplicity.

Later, I rest my head on the shrubbery terraces of Vaux-le-Vicomte

while the earthquake in Izmit

thunders through me and God’s footprint sits deep

on my Frazer Island.

All over Africa

red ibis in flight

and the finest view

of Venetia where I wandered

400 bridges

and smiled at the extreme conditions.

I indulge myself in you

as the Whales of Valdez

and place all bio spherical reserves

on a branch

of the tree of live

this proud acacia

an aphrodisiac.

With the head between my legs

I am the Medusa of Al-Doha

amidst drifting icebergs

in the world’s oldest university

a pole house

a million cartridges of enriched uranium

Yankee Stadium.

At the shores of a seasonal salt lake

I pay my road tax

and wash clothes in your river arm

a pilgrim

amongst hundreds of professionals.

Your natural hot-springs

are laden with prohibitions

and especially destructive

is the Lati Volcano

so I mount

The White Horse of Uffington

sculpted in chalk

nearly unthinkable

with such different layers.

In your abandoned city, I am trapped in water-lilies

creating a massive carpet

a small island dressed in forest

where religious and philosophical principles

and a very meaty diet

are characteristic motives.

When I stand in you

like El Corcovado – Christ on sugar hill

and feel your biological diversity

on the skin an invasion of locusts

from Senegal to Egypt.

Here, the Adam region

this robust animal

and this breeder

like meteoric shrapnel

on new pastures

an aeronautic piece of software

in the name of the famous benefactor.

I cross your enormous basins

and a road blocked by sand dunes

filtered through wind in a thousand years

the agile tongue finds narrow passage

and slips in with the changing tide.

 

Now I live like the Philippine gold-diggers

close to the vein

of my gold hole

exploring the longest coral formation of your earth

visiting a small rural market

climbing the palms and sitting

on your little stonewalls

intoxicate myself on your nectar

as the hummingbird of Nazca

and sail your inner waters

in a tiny boat of kapok.

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