#kay sage

Kay Sage 1942.

Yves Tanguy and Kay Sage.

Poems by Kay Sage:

AN OBSERVATION

The more I wonder,

the longer I live,

how much water

can stay in a sieve

THE WINDOW

My room has two door

and one window

One door is red and the other is grey.

I cannot open the red door;

the grey door does not interest me.

Having no choice I shall lock them both

and look out of the window.

CHINOISERIE

English, French, Italian,

I can write in all of these,

but, at best, they are translations.

I think in Chinese.

FRAGRANCE

I feel unexpectedly

delicious fragrance

a perfume full of memories

of youth, of spring

which seems to follow my smile

the motion of my hands.

I look in vain

I cannot find it

what can it be?

And then

in a flash, I’ve got it

I know

that’s it

that fragrance

is the memory

of me.