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
- Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
- Argus poem – Alexander Pope
- The Passing of the Elder Bards by William Wordsworth
- Leda And The Swan by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Корнилов – Командировка на Север
- Николай Заболоцкий – Оттепель
- Владимир Набоков – Кинематораф
- On the Field of Kulicovo poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Allegory Of The Cave by Stephen Dunn
- Last Curtain by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet 07 poem – John Milton poems
- A Te Deum poem – Alfred Austin
- A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING by Robert Herrick
- Robert Burns: Braving Angry Winter’s Storms:
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Христианские мысли перед битвами
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