They would love to see me dead, so they say: He belongs to us, he is ours.
For twenty years I have heard their footsteps on the walls of the night.
They open no door, yet here they are now. I see three of them:
A poet, a killer, and a reader of books.
Will you have some wine? I asked.
Yes, they answered.
When do you plan to shoot me? I asked.
Take it easy, they answered.
They lined up their glasses all in a row and started singing for the people.
I asked: When will you begin my assassination?
Already done, they said … Why did you send your shoes on ahead to your soul?
So it can wander the face of the earth, I said.
The earth is wickedly dark, so why is your poem so white?
Because my heart is teeming with thirty seas, I answered.
They asked: Why do you love French wine?
Because I ought to love the most beautiful women, I answered.
They asked: How would you like your death?
Blue, like stars pouring from a window—would you like more wine?
Yes, we’ll drink, they said.
Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last
poem to my heart’s wife. They laughed, and took from me
only the words dedicated to my heart’s wife.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Apologia Pro Poemate Meo by Wilfred Owen
- Afternoon Rain in State Street poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Woman Waking by Philip Levine
- Юнна Мориц – Лето
- Inspiration poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- In the Name of Eternal Love by Walter William Safar
- Ellen Irwin Or The Braes Of Kirtle by William Wordsworth
- A Lover’s Prayer by St Antoine de la Vuadi
- Олег Сердобольский – Стой, кто идет
- Virginibus Puerisque
- My Mother by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Puzzler by Rudyard Kipling
- A Farewell by William Wordsworth
- Wirers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Tobias Smollett – Tobias Smollett
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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).
