And The Black Scythe With Its Beak of Ibis
by Martine Morillon-Carreau
And the black scythe
with its beak of ibis
I live in
a scream in the memory
No
It was yet
even so
in the ears
A bent broken hoot
so so long to the moon or death
howling
And
like learning
this one
Stop
I say
to myself
But then
Stop
it’s coming
yes
going out
whistling
piercing out
of chest
heart
and farther
bottom of ages
a hole in the belly the guts
all
this found
crossed out screwed up throw away
I
– this read must not paper
and then us
betraying hating love –
haunt
live in a scream
nothing else but
presently
letting filter letting escape
braid with black the white flight
wings to glint
a light toward a peak
and smooth
up to the sky
blue ripples on water
End of the poem
15 random poems
- My mother was telling me by Vinko Kalinic
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman
- I Call That True Love by Shel Silverstein
- Lips and Eyes. by Thomas Carew
- Apathy by Shailendra Chauhan
- When I Came Last to Ludlow poem – A. E. Housman
- Consumption by William Cullen Bryant
- A Soldier’s Reprieve by William Topaz McGonagall
- Владимир Маяковский – Общее руководство для начинающих подхалим
- The Surgeon At 2 A.M. by Sylvia Plath
- Ольга Берггольц – Память (Всей земною горечью и болью)
- Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries by Robert Burns
- The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home by Robert Herrick
- Алишер Навои – На лице горит созвездье у красавицы моей
- Иван Бунин – Беру твою руку и долго смотрю
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
