Panic in your face, you write questions
to ask him. When he arrives,
you are serene, your fear
unbetrayed. How unlike me you are.
After the dance,
I see your happiness; he holds
your hand. Though you barely speak,
your body pulses messages I can read
all too well. He kisses you goodnight,
his body moving toward yours, and yours
responding. I am frightened, guard my
tongue for fear my mother will pop out
of my mouth. “He is not shy,” I say. You giggle,
a little girl again, but you tell me he
kissed you on the dance floor. “Once?”
I ask. “No, a lot.”
We ride through rain-shining 1 a.m.
streets. I bite back words which long
to be said, knowing I must not shatter your
moment, fragile as a spun-glass bird,
you, the moment, poised on the edge of
flight, and I, on the ground, afraid.
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Copyright © 1995
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Ode To A Nightingale poem – John Keats poems
- The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats
- Lapr S Midi Dun Faune
- Not Fear by Rafael Guillen
- Queen Mab in the Village by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Федор Сологуб – Словами горькими надменных отрицаний
- Behold, from the land of the farther suns by Stephen Crane
- I know you will remember ME by Neelam Sinha
- Алишер Навои – Птицу-сердце полонила нежных локонов силком
- Олег Григорьев – Дружба
- Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare
- On Deck by Sylvia Plath
- Song-Books of the War by Siegfried Sassoon
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – На улице
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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).
