Note to the Reader: this is not a poem
Helen Ivory (1969-)
The pictures are falling from my walls
because the paint is too heavy.
Illusionary landscapes are real landscapes now.
No need for tonality or warmth of colour.
Now I write another poem that nobody will read.
There is loneliness in these words
I tell you the supposed reader in plain terms.
There is no need to hide behind poetry.
I won’t try to be clever with you.
[英] 海伦·埃弗瑞 (1969-) tr. Fan Jinghua