Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and plays
To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes
And I kissed Rita
When she was young
And I remember how she approached
And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids
And I remember Rita
The way a sparrow remembers its stream
Ah, Rita
Between us there are a million sparrows and images
And many a rendezvous
Fired at by a rifle
Rita’s name was a feast in my mouth
Rita’s body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost in Rita for two years
And for two years she slept on my arm
And we made promises
Over the most beautiful of cups
And we burned in the wine of our lips
And we were born again
Ah, Rita!
What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours
Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds?
Once upon a time
Oh, the silence of dusk
In the morning my moon migrated to a far place
Towards those honey-colored eyes
And the city swept away all the singers
And Rita
Between Rita and my eyes—
A rifle
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Poet Herodia of ancient Pincaeia by Raj Arumugam
- Николай Языков – Ау
- Locksley Hall poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Prioress’s Tale [from Chaucer] by William Wordsworth
- Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper by Sylvia Plath
- Before the Battle by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Elphin Nourrice poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Lines Composed on the Body Politic by Rita Dove
- America, America by Saadi Youssef
- Poetry by Marianne Moore
- Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us by William Ernest Henley
- A Cross-Road Epitaph poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Чье рождество
- The Mower To The Glo-Worms poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Городу дифирамб
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).
