The relatives are leaning over, staring expectantly.
They moisten their lips with their tongues. I can feel
them urging me on. I hold the baby in the air.
Heaps of broken bottles glitter in the sun.
A small band is playing old fashioned marches.
My mother is keeping time by stamping her foot.
My father is kissing a woman who keeps waving
to somebody else. There are palm trees.
The hills are spotted with orange flamboyants and tall
billowy clouds move beyond them. “Go on, Boy,”
I hear somebody say, “Go on.”
I keep wondering if it will rain.
The sky darkens. There is thunder.
“Break his legs,” says one of my aunts,
“Now give him a kiss.” I do what I’m told.
The trees bend in the bleak tropical wind.
The baby did not scream, but I remember that sigh
when I reached inside for his tiny lungs and shook them
out in the air for the flies. The relatives cheered.
It was about that time I gave up.
Now, when I answer the phone, his lips
are in the receiver; when I sleep, his hair is gathered
around a familiar face on the pillow; wherever I search
I find his feet. He is what is left of my life.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- To G.A.W. poem – John Keats poems
- Song—Bessy and her Spinnin Wheel by Robert Burns
- Who Knows? by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Маяковский – За 10 месяцев 1920 года… (РОСТА №748)
- Paradise Regained: The Second Book poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – В тюрьме Таганской нас стало мало
- Collage by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Владимир Маяковский – Венера Милосская и Вячеслав Полонский
- What Peace Is Like
- Robert Burns: Robin Shure In Hairst:
- They’ve Put A Brassiere On A Camel by Shel Silverstein
- Romantic Hour by Suuk Simon Subinimah
- Владимир Степанов – Юрий Гагарин
- Winter Seascape poem – John Betjeman poems
- Her Praise by William Butler Yeats
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).
