Monday, September 28, 2015
Temple of Toyen
When I first looked in your waters
I saw only blind larvae,
spongy belugas and unlovely phalluses.
A flash of green lightning made me look again.
Your Temple of Night opened to me.
I fell through its meaty door in space
and saw you mixing your colors
with blood, semen and ichor.
You give us the dream history
of the world at night.
I rush from canvas to canvas
hungry for more and more.
I follow you through all the tides
of sleep and dreaming and red-eyed insomnia,
the rise and fall of palaces and madhouses
from the amniotic ocean of night.
I fell into your vision in a white house
in a green park with a sycamore that knows me
and a shelter for wandering poets
where the sign is a merry command. Versify.
- Prague, September 25, 2015
Art by Toyen: top, "Temple of the Night" (1954); bottom, "Sleeping" (1937).