Seggiano -Monte Amiata – Memoriale per il poeta Jim Koller ( 1936 – 2014 ) Agosto 2016

 

1-

Petali sull’erba secca

rossi – lacrime

oppure baci

2-

Abbiamo camminato

nel bosco ventoso

per ricordarti

per ricordarci

di te

ovvero di noi

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E poi ci siamo fermati

in quattro punti

che erano te

quello che sei tu

quello che siamo noi

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Abbiamo letto le tue poesie

così belle

inarrivabili

per un comune sentire

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Camminando

il mio petto era gonfio

di qualcosa –

qualcosa pesava

sul cuore –

eravate voi, Jim e P.

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Ho raccolto oggetti ricordo

trovati nei quattro punti –

è stato bello e profondo

raccoglierli –

ora non più

7-

Ho sentito

vicinanza di persone –

era tanto

che non era così per me –

non c’erano ostacoli,

fraintendimenti

rabbia –

poi abbiamo mangiato insieme

chi una cosa chi l’altra

e bevuto buon vino

e grappa in tuo onore

Una poesia su Parigi di James Koller

Polypheme surprenant acis et galatée

The four of us sit  inside, Cafe Rostrand,
look out at le Jardins & the soft rain.
Alba is perched on books on a chair,
eats vanilla & atrawberry ice cream with a spoon.
Karl & Marielle are eating baked apple pie.
I wait for my onion soup.

The four of us finally walk across the street,
through the gateway, into the gardens,
under umbrellas, is raincoats.
Alba is delighted to play in the wet gravel.
Karl leads us to the fountain,
the statues of a naked man & woman,
lying togheter at water’s edge.
You & me, he says, turning to Marielle,
I’ thin, she says.

I suppose I am beast above,
trying hard watch it all.

As the four of us move from the gardens,
we look at the exhibition,
huge photos hung on iron fence.
I note one of wedding procession
heading of a finish line ribbon.

2 Novembre 2005 Paris

Una luce Per Parigi

I like to imagine
that all the dead
I’ve known by now
fill some ancient & lost city,
& that Timour
treats them well.
( James Koller )

Alcune poesie da A river I couldn’t find di James Koller

A river I couldn’t find
flows through my head.

You are stending
below the cottonwood tree
on the rivers’ bank.

I listen to the wind
move the tree’s leaves.

Your long dark hair
wraps around you.

I can’t see your face

22 Ottobre 2004

 Samarkand

I like to imagine
that all the dead
I’ve known by now
fill some ancient & lost city,
& that Timour
treats them well.

24 Novembre 2002

Room 104, 513 Broadway

She came to me in the night,
eighteen & naked, her red hair long
over her shoulders & breasts.

She took my cock in her hands,
I want you, she said. Let’s do it
like we did the first time.
You’re dead, I said.
It’s OK, we can do it –
she wrapped her legs around me.
We can, she said, we can.
Not me, I said, I don’t
fuck around with the dead.

I could hear trucks passing,
saw through the shades
that the sun was just up.
Bye, bye I said

Phoenix 6 Aprile 2005

We sat on the roof,
watchin the full moon pass,
the winr bottles empy.

8 Ottobre 2003
for Jeff Bryan
& Stefan Hyner

Marielle

Alla days are difficult.
Today I have flowers

1 Maggio 2005, Nyons

Polypheme surprenant acis et galatée

The four of us sit  inside, Cafe Rostrand,
look out at le Jardins & the soft rain.
Alba is perched on books on a chair,
eats vanilla & atrawberry ice cream with a spoon.
Karl & Marielle are eating baked apple pie.
I wait for my onion soup.

The four of us finally walk across the street,
through the gateway, into the gardens,
under umbrellas, is raincoats.
Alba is delighted to play in the wet gravel.
Karl leads us to the fountain,
the statues of a naked man & woman,
lying togheter at water’s edge.
You & me, he says, turning to Marielle,
I’ thin, she says.

I suppose I am beast above,
trying hard watch it all.

As the four of us move from the gardens,
we look at the exhibition,
huge photos hung on iron fence.
I note one of wedding procession
heading of a finish line ribbon.

2 Novembre 2005 Paris

 

Dopo aver letto ” from a daughter” in http://crowstalktohim.blogspot.it/

Ci sono persone
che rimangono sempre fuori di noi
anche se le tocchiamo
ci parliamo
ci scambiamo parole
e ci auguriamo belle cose –
altre le vedi due volte
ma intensamente
altre non le hai mai viste
sono morte da anni e decenni e anche più –
eppure le senti ogni giorno dentro di te –
sono i tuoi maestri –
oppure
le hai viste quelle due volte
intensamente
e quando ti dicono è morto
senti che è venuto  a stare da te
dentro di te –
è una cosa strana ma vera

James Anthony Koller Jr. 30 May 1936 – 10 December 2014

James Anthony Koller Jr.

30 May 1936 – 10 December 2014

 

 LAST WILL & TESTAMENT

I want only blue sky over me.
I want the clouds, so many
of them, variations, passing,
changing as they pass.
I want the blackest nights
filled with turning stars.
I want birds to find me,
want the hot breath of animals.
The wind too shall pass,
on its way to places
I have been.