Friday, January 17, 2020

Poem for Marcel Duchamp


Even long after my death 
 Long after your death 
 I want to torture you. 
 I want the thought of me 
 to coil around your body like a serpent of fire 
 without burning you. 
 I want to see you lost, asphyxiated, wander 
 in the murky haze; woven by my desires. 
 For you, I want long sleepless nights 
 filled by the roaring tom-tom of storms 
 Far away, invisible, unknown. 
Then, I want the nostalgia of my presence; to paralyze you.

Maria Martins, Poem for Marcel Duchamp, 1945