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
- Crusaders by William Wordsworth
- The Garden by Tammy L. Ames
- The Freshness by Rumi
- Николай Языков – Записки А. С. Дириной
- To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Коркин – Август дозреет яблоком
- The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- A REQUEST TO THE GRACES by Robert Herrick
- Жан де Лафонтен – Воля и Неволя
- The Dream by Siegfried Sassoon
- Niagara by Vachel Lindsay
- Memory
- The Hecatomb to his Mistress by John Cleveland
- Омар Хайям – Люди тлеют в могилах, ничем становясь
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё с себя снимаю, слишком душно
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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).
