onsdag den 28. september 2016

"Bluebird" af Charles Bukowski - Månedens digt #10

Fra tid til anden hænder det at min kærlighed for et særligt digt er så stort at jeg ikke kan dy mig for at læse det højt for de mennesker jeg har omkring mig - som vel og mærke ikke alle er lige begejsretede for det der lyrik og poisi. En person der i den grad faldt under kategorien "overhovedet ikke interesseret"  er i tidens løb blevet udsat for en del digtoplæsning, uden nogen af digtene endnu havde gjort videre indtryk - men da jeg læste det her digt op skete der noget. Digtet ramte lige i hjertet og blev siddende. 


There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****s and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?


Digtet blev udgivet i digtsamlingen 
"The Last Night of the Earth Poems" i 1992


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