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
- At Shelley’s House At Lerici poem – Alfred Austin
- Memo to my Spouse by Adeola Ikuomola
- Михаил Кузмин – Зимнее солнце
- Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night: Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq., of Ayr.
- Валерий Брюсов – Из наблюдений
- Cartographies Of Silence
- The Dream by W H Auden
- Firesong by Sylvia Plath
- Олег Сердобольский – Храбрый червячок
- To Byron poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Burlesque Lament For The Absence Of William Creech, Publisher:
- XI: Some Verses: To His Worthy Friend Master Walter Quin by William Alexander
- Владимир Корнилов – Беатриче
- Disdain Returned by Thomas Carew
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).
