Tās nav pat sāpes.
Tās ir skumjas.

Manā kuņģī ņaud kaķēns
Klusi un žēlabaini.
Dienu raud, nakti raud
Un skrāpējas.

Īpaši rudeņos,
Slapjos un apnicīgos,
Īpaši cilvēkos,
Slapjos un apnicīgos,
Man jānes ir pašam sevi
Un vēl piedevām
Apbēdināts un apvainots
Kaķēns.

Es jau varētu samierināties ar pasauli,
Bet zvērēns nevar.

Ja tās būtu sāpes!
Bet tās ir skumjas.

un tavas valkanās alkanās acis
tumsā neredzamas bet zināmas
pretī man klusē
un pārklusē mani
parklusē uz pusēm un
es nezinu
kļaujos tev cieši klāt
un tikai tu mani
tikai es tevi
pasargāt
pasargāt
pasargāt

/Jānis Elsbergs/

gribu nesaprast un palikt
mitrās jūras zālēs brist
paslēpt atslēgas no tevis
keep me on your mailing list
gribu visus tavus vārdus
gribu piedot glāstīt sist
piedzimt iemīlēties nomirt
keep me on your mailing list
gribu būt par vienu vairāk
gribu lidot celties krist
un vēl dziļāk tevī nirt
keep me on your mailing list

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of x's
and he had to ask his father what the x's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in at night
And his father got mad
when he asked him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocense: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

By Earl Reum

un es lūdzu rudenim:
atbrīvo mani

no sapņiem par pavasari
atbrīvo no sapņiem par vasaru

tas viss jau bijis

ruden
un kad tas viss būs izdarīts

man tikai vēl viena
tikai vēl viena vēlme
ruden tik viena:

atbrīvo mani no ziemas