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
- I Heard an Angel by William Blake
- Feroke
- Night Shift by Sylvia Plath
- Immigrants by Robert Frost
- Николай Языков – Песня (Я жду тебя, когда вечерней мглою)
- Remember the Tick by RD McManes
- Владимир Маяковский – Дурацкий сон (РОСТА №234)
- Николай Огарев – Она никогда его не любила
- Владимир Маяковский – Важнейший совет домашней хозяйке
- Владимир Высоцкий – У нас вчера с позавчера
- Two Songs
- Василий Тредиаковский – В белости ее румяной
- Term by W. S. Merwin
- These Little Songs by William Allingham
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 23.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
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).
