Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it’s Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon’s blood ray.
We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.
It is time.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Сердобольский – Храбрый червячок
- Низами Гянджеви – О кипарис с плавной поступью мри
- Robert Burns: Logan Braes:
- For Aun by Lynne Scott
- A Stone Is Nobody’s by Russell Edson
- Валерий Брюсов – К народу
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
- On Envy (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Вера Звягинцева – Околдовано сердце моё
- Is Resume Writing Really That Important?
- Владимир Высоцкий – Парня спасём, парня в детдом
- Drum-Taps. by Walt Whitman
- Низами Гянджеви – Расступился черный мускус
- Epigram : The Cottager And His Landlord. A Fable (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 06 – part 02 by Torquato Tasso
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).
