Having A Coke With You

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
- Frank O' Hara

Instantes

Cuántos instantes antes
de nuestro prematuro nacimiento.
Cuántos cielos después
de nuestras incontables muertes.

.C

..a

...e

....s,

-como el otoño ya marchito -
en mis tantas vidas previamente seleccionadas.

Nombres

"te llamas hoja húmeda, noche de apartamento solo, vicisitud,
campana, tersura y lascivia, ingenuidad, lisura de la piel, luna
llena, crisis
oh mi cueva, mi anillo de saturno, mi loto de mil pétalos
Éufrates y Tigris, erizo de mar, guirnalda, Jano, vasija, tórtola, S.
y trébol
ovípara
uva, vellocino y petrificación
podrías llamarte…
pero tu nombre es
lecho, lavamanos, dentífrico, café, primer cigarrillo,
luego sol de taxis, acacia, también te llamas acacia y six pi em
-em- or half past six or seven,
cerveza y Shakespeare
y vuelves a llamarte hoja húmeda, noche de apartamento solo
día tras día,
sí, tienes tantos nombres
y no te puedo llamar
todo tan absurdo como esas mañanas sin amor que el espejo de
los baños recoge y protege
todo tan desoladamente inabordable
todo tan causa perdida."

-Rafael Cadenas