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
- A Manual, More Ancient Than The Art Of Printing, And Not To Be Found In Any Catalogue by William Cowper
- Girl’s Song by William Butler Yeats
- Sit Smiling by Rabindranath Tagore
- Eyes Look Into The Well by W H Auden
- Иван Елагин – Спрашивал ответа
- The Given Heart
- Федор Сологуб – Кукушка кукует
- Woman by Tala Bar
- Women’s Song Of The Corn poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner:
- Владимир Маяковский – Постоял здесь, мотнулся туда
- Валерий Брюсов – И снова давние картины
- To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
- Solomon And The Witch by William Butler Yeats
- Джон Донн – Христос, Свою невесту, всю в лучах
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).
