summer – enclosed in a semi-dark cup
locked with nine locks
scribbled on graph paper squares
in a quick hand, chicken scratch, you’d call it
from the first
to the last page, cheeks flushed
I read your book, studied
Latin names
what grows,
blossoms, bears fruit
gives me such pleasure
that I’d like
together with you
to be everywhere, but I can’t, you run
too fast and then you laugh –
missed meadow-sweet – out of bloom already
can’t find dogwood nor black-berried alders
you’re asleep now in my dark cup
hidden away in canning jars, bottled, stacked on shelves
dried, you rustle in burlap bags
butterfly! how did you get in here?
like a fancy metal brooch
used to hook together a book of spells –
thick, redolent of leather, incense, the ancients
and the very first letters ever written by hand
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Лед и уголь
- Straw in the Street poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots by Robert Burns
- Woman by Tala Bar
- Under Cover of Night by Robert Desnos
- Vehicles by W. S. Merwin
- Lover’s Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Choral Union by Siegfried Sassoon
- Where’s the Poet? poem – John Keats poems
- In Barracks by Siegfried Sassoon
- How To Achieve Self-Realization, The Mother of All Knowledge?
- Ugliest Man In Town by Shel Silverstein
- Ruth A-Ridèn by William Barnes
- Ольга Берггольц – Осень (Мне осень озёрного края)
- The Caucas poem – Alexander Pushkin
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).
