I want what's inexpressible! <br />Impudent, I play with fire without a queen <br /> <br />My queen-reason is under the knight's hooves <br />What joy to lose to the fire! <br /> <br />What flaming in the uncombed night <br />From slender you, as from a candle! <br /> <br />How you've fired-up <br />The idea of sin! <br /> <br />I writhe but the cry of my flesh is bliss <br />The heretic is already freed by the fire <br /> <br />Gul'ripshi <br />New York Paris Madrid in flames <br />And someone dear to me burns in them <br /> <br />But if from the heretic's fire <br />The flame leaps to some poor bastard's roof <br /> <br />All the heretic burns for <br />Shall be forever damned to hell <br /> <br />For truth, when you burn down the scene <br />of someone nearby, <br />Is no longer truth but a lie. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Lawrence Ferlinghetti with Anthony Kahn<br /><br />Yevgeny Yevtushenko<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inexpressible/
