
Originally Posted by
freckle
Hi everyone,
this is from the book of poems "Geography for the lost" by
Kapka Kassabova...her poems speak from different parts of the world but also of the many ways to be lost and disoriented....i quite liked the use of metaphor in this one....
I want to be a tourist
I imagine my life as a city
somewhere in the third world, or the second.
And I want to be a tourist
in the city of my life.
I want to stroll in shorts and baseball hat,
with laminated maps and dangling cameras.
I want to find things for the first time.
Look, they were put there just for me!
I want a room with musty curtains.
I want a view of rubbsih dumps and urchins.
I want food poisoning, the dust of traffic
in the mouth, the thrill of others' misery.
Let me be a tourist in the city of my life.
Give me over-priced coffee in the square,
let me visit briefly the mausoleum of the past
and photograph its mummy,
give me the open sewers, the stunted dreams,
the jubiliation of ruins, the lepers, the dogs,
give me signs in a funny language that I never
have to learn. Then take my money and let me go.