I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway’s land and it carries me on travel’s road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night’s blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place—anew
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Британишский – Быт
- Inscription For A Moss-House In The Shrubbery At Weston by William Cowper
- A Mesh by Shahida Latif
- Николай Языков – Песни (Счастлив, кому судьбою дан)
- Николай Карамзин – Триолет Алете в тот день, как ей исполнилось 14 лет
- Book First [Introduction-Childhood and School Time] by William Wordsworth
- Coming Close by Philip Levine
- In Defense poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- From My Diary, July 1914 by Wilfred Owen
- Resolute by Stephenie Tucker
- Федор Сологуб – Я часть загадки разгадал
- With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses by Vachel Lindsay
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Вероника Тушнова – Я поняла, ты не хотел мне зла
- Robert Burns: Lines To Mr. John Kennedy:
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