Tomislav Dretar: Me voilà rentrer de la chasse / Ove me vraćam se iz lova

Publié le par Thomas Dretart

 

Tomo za Uvod -nastavak 11

 

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Erato

 

Me voilà rentrer de la chasse

 

 

derrière de la derrière
D’Érato de Polymnie et

De Terpsichore en les visant
De près par derrière en face et

 en cheval en plein galops
Elles sont généreuses elles

ne sont même pas des vierges
Comme l’huile d’olive italienne

au mois de liquides
Paroles sur les lèvres rouges

Enflammées par chaleur
De verses divins et de vins

de fûtes en chaînes
Où leurs seines fruiteux

me faisaient abreuver
Le soif  à Romulus et Rem

les chasseurs de mamelles
J’avais vue là-bas William Cliff

au cul tamisé J’entendu Rimbaud   

et Verlaine à se disputer

Aux sujets très variés à la palette

de commerce Depuis Bruxelles

jusqu’à Magdalena en quête
De belle huileuse ayant oint Petit Jésus

en culotte De meilleur point

du jour bordelais à Saint-émilion
Il y avait de Pouchkine à tenir

propos morale De Celan à

la fugue de morts à pleurer la Shoah
Il y avait Gudelj à dresser son coutre

pour sillonner Les roches slaves

à faire revivre de vieux Pélasges
Marul et Pétrarque en guise

de révolution poétique Tiraillaient Laura

en lui faisant l’amour à poile en commun
Me voilà foncer mon soc directement

 en roc en granit De Méditerranée

 où mon gland pénètre une dame
A cinquante euros par bal tirée

directement à hiatus En vagin intellectuelle

à l’Amélie sans la diplomatie
Faut-il dire encore que c’est la poésie

que je baise Pour la faire jouir

et pour l’envoyer grimper les rideaux

Per Aspera ad Astra

 

 

 

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Ove me vraćam se iz lova

 

Za zadnjicom Erato i                                                                                                           

 Polihimnije I Terpsihore                                                                                                                 ciljajući ih Izbliza straga s lica 

 I s konja u punom galopu                                                                                                                

 One su velikodušne one                                                                                                              

 Čak nisu ni djevice Kao

talijansko maslinovo ulje              

U mjesecu tečnih Riječi

na crvenim usnama                                                                                                          

 Usplamtjelih vrelinom                                                                                                        

 Božanskih stihova i vina                                                                                                              

 Iz hrastovih buradi                                                                                                                                

 Gdje njihove sočne grudi                                                                                                       

 Mene napajaše žeđ                                                                                                                   

 Romula i Rema lovaca                                                                                                                          

 Na sisice vučice Vidio sam    

 Ondje Williama Cliffa                                                                                                      

 Izrešetanog dupeta Ja sam                                                                                                      

Čuo Rimbauda i Verlaine                                                                                                         

 Kako se svađaju zbog                                                                                                                   

 Vrlo različitih stvari                                                                                                                         

 U rasponu od trgovine                                                                                                                  

 U Bruxellesu sve do                                                                                                      

 Magdale u potrazi                                                                                                                                     

 U potrazi za tom lijepom                                                                                                    

 Uljaricom koja pomaza                                                                                                      

 Maloga Jezusa u gaćicama                                                   

 O najboljim točkama                                                                                                                              

 U Saint-émilion bordoleškog                                                                                                  

 Bilo je tu i  o Puškinu                                                                                                                 

 Kako drži lekciju O Celanu i        

O die Todesfuge za oplakati                                                                                                      

 Shoah Bio je tu i Petar Gudelj                                                                                               

 Koji je zadigao svoj lemeš                                                                                                           

 Da bi brazdao slavenske                                                                                                 

 Kamenjare i oživio stare                                                                                                  

 Pelazge Marul i Petrarka                                                                                                                

 Sa zadaćom poetske revolucije                                                                                             

 Mitraljirali su Lauru vodeći                                                                                           

 Zajednički ljubav s njom golom                                                                                                      

Evo me kako zabadam svoj plug                                                                                              

Izravno u granit Mediterana                                                                                                         

Gdje moja žljezda prodire                                                                                                     

Jednu damu za pedeset Eura                                                                                                              

Po metku ispaljenom ravno                                                                                                          

U zijev u umnu vaginu Amelijinu                                                                                             

Bez ikakve diplomacije                                                                                                                   

Treba li još reći da je poezija                                                                                                              

Ta koju tucam ja da bih joj                                                                                                    

Priskrbio orgazam i poslao                                                                                                                

Da se uspuzava uz zavjese

Per Aspera ad Astra 

Publié dans Poésie francophone

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