Two Poems

Chris Marker

Animals without time, and no sun out. I was thinking of only her breasts in cacophonous traffic banality in Tokyo at dawn or somewhere. The young girls choose happiness.             Weird stuff happens.             This is not a prayer             for her.             Lots of machines go fast. The brain finds patterns all the time. Put                          sugar on my tongue.             Where everything’s reflected             and all the time      this has happened, gawking at super             sacred shiny stuff. It                          bothered us even)                without the sun in the pond. Bitter catullus poem That this could continue for more than a long generation I’m sure. Gossip of the old too excessive, let’s live, all worth a penny! Suns can set and return: many funny things were happening, truly the sun shone bright for you. Goodbye girl, does not miss you,      will not ask against your will. But you’ll grieve, when nobody asks.      Ah, poor wretch, “Woe to you, what life remains for you? Whose lips will you bite?” But you be resolved to stand fast. You must stop being silly, not good words flourish simultaneously in an embrace... you hold three hundred... truly loving none, but again and again all their groins; what do you want? would you be known no matter how? you shall, since wanted to love, with a long punishment. I hate and I love, and I don’t know why. At least her. That man seems to be equal to a god to me. Leisure, my ears ring, my tongue becomes useless. He watches and listens to you. My eyes, night. You washed your lips with many splashings of water. You hold over my unfortunate honey. My tears diminish a bit, I remember a little bitterly.