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
- By The Camp Fire
- We Miss You So Much by Ronald G. Auguste
- A Ballad of Our Lady (Ave Maria, gracia plena)
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Finale. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Яков Полонский – Ночь на восточном берегу Черного моря
- Омар Хайям – Двести лет проживешь, или тысячу лет
- Robert Burns: Love For Love:
- Николай Гербель – Бокал
- Lines Addressed To Dr. Darwin, Author Of The ‘Botanic Garden.’ by William Cowper
- seal.html
- Early summer rain by Yosa Buson
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихотворение это
- Ballad on the American War by Robert Burns
- Opifex by Thomas Edward Brown
- Владимир Маяковский – Два Берлина
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).
