PETER ACKROYD

on the third . . .

on the third stroke it will be uncertain

my dreams meet me half-way stunned and incomplete

you repeated something and then I walked forward

the lines meet in the distance touching someone's life

there is a place I cannot reach where the others are

this is my life here, like a stretch of water
the poem is made of sleep

speech slowed down to the nth degree

the storm in my head will not reach its point

PETER ACKROYD

la a treia...

la a treia bataie
va fi nesigur

cu visele ma intalnesc pe la mijloc
inghetate si ciuntite

ai spus ceva inca o data
iar apoi am inaintat mai departe

paralelele se intalnesc in departare
tangent la viata cuiva

exista un loc unde nu pot ajunge
acolo unde sunt ceilalti

iata-mi viata
ca o intindere de apa

poezia e facuta din somn
vorbire incetinita de n ori

furtuna din capul meu
nu se mai implineste odata

out of the...

IV

white, light blue and grey
with the signs for
orange and aquamarine

rising with it
like Star Wars music
into a future problem

the day is its halo sometimes freedom and sometimes it is not

the inner light
is also a sign
of peace among men

in the middle of stones which beckon to you like a child's drawing

life isn't a gamble
life isn't tragedy
life isn't really anything