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
- Степан Щипачев – День
- Flowers notebook
- Long Long Ago by Robert Desnos
- Morning Midday And Evening Sacrifice poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- I, or Someone Like Me by Marvin Bell
- Stacking The Straw poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Stwonèn Pworch by William Barnes
- Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Алексей Толстой – Против течения
- Robert Burns: Duncan Davison :
- Khristna And His Flute
- OPTIONS by Satish Verma
- Wind poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Before
- Вера Павлова – Плачу, потому что не можешь со мной жить
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).
