Ìîëÿ ãè äà âçåìàò åäíî ñòèõîòâîðåíèå
È äà ãî ïîãëåäíàò ñðåùó ñâåòëèíàòà
Êàòî íåãàòèâ íà ñíèìêà
Èëè äà ïðèòèñíàò óõî î ñòåíèòå ìó.
Êàçâàì èì äà ïóñíàò âúòðå ìèøêà
È äà ÿ ãëåäàò êàê äèðè ïúò íàâúí
Èëè êàê ñå ëóòà
È òúðñè ïèïíåøêîì êëþ÷à íà ëàìïàòà.
Èñêàì à êàðàò âîäíè ñêè ïî ïîâúðõíîñòòà ìó
È äà ïîìàõàò íà àâòîðà íà áðåãà.
À òå åäèíñòâåíî èñêàò
Äà çàâúðæàò çà ñòîë ñòèõîòâîðåíèåòî
È äà ìó èçòðúãíàò íÿêàêâî ïðèçíàíèå.
Ñ êàìøèê çàïî÷âàò äà áèÿò,
Çà äà ãî ðàçáåðàò!
I ask them to take a poem
And hold it up to the light
Like a colour slide
Or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
And watch him probe his way out,
Or walk inside the poems room
And feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
Across the surface of a poem
Waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
Is tie the poem to a chair with a rope
And torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
To find out what it really means.