Freud’s Dream



In the jungle never were days barren of touching

panthers, cobras, tigers –

treading licking in golden frames.

A thick nectar pours from the depths of intoxication

with butterflies, dragons from the east it flies


During your childhood you met many fantastic beasts

Lynx rubbed against your legs,

Snakes whispered sweet little words,

Adorned in scorpion beads.

During adolescence you began to shun your acquaintances

And learned to sleep with a loaded weapon under your pillow

All of your beloved having turned into

Monkeys bounding in wilderness.

When you became an adult, when it receded like a shadow

A shadow, having grown still,

You do not see dreams at all and sleep with a weapon

Placed at the end of your bed.