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
- The Toucan by Shel Silverstein
- Any Soul That Drank the Nectar by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- High Windows by Philip Larkin
- Алексей Жемчужников – Современному гражданину
- Владимир Высоцкий – День-деньской я с тобой, за тобой
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ Иванов
- To Virgil, Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the N poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Наум Коржавин – Легкость
- Олег Сердобольский – Во дворе
- Azure and Gold poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Василий Казин – Письмо
- Dawn God039s Sabbath
- Iva’s Pantoum by Marilyn Hacker
- An Evening Walk by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Love For Love:
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).
