What I Love
Bones
singing over them,
dancing
when they are on the forest floor.
Imah
the light of her eyes
the lightening of her voice
she has taught me
to be strong
but in Abba’s presence
she is quiet,
but he is a wolf.
I love the wolf
the way he cares for his family
his hands are large as leaves
and their shadows.
I love the drum, the whistle, the cry
archaeology,
where is his fossil from?
Jamil
I love Jamil,
I gave to him
before he requested it
and would gladly give again.
I would kill him with such cherishing.
His bones
beautiful
like a bird’s
ready to fly.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Альфред де Мюссе – Да, женщины, тут нет ошибки
- A Color of the Sky by Tony Hoagland
- Subject to Change by Marilyn L. Taylor
- Crazy Jane Reproved by William Butler Yeats
- Continuing To Live by Philip Larkin
- Evening by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Bwoat by William Barnes
- For The Anniversary Of John Keats’ Death by Sara Teasdale
- Lord when the wise men came from farr by Sidney Godolphin
- Conversation
- At A Solemn Musick poem – John Milton poems
- Наум Коржавин – Люди пашут каждый раз опять
- Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting:
- To Heal by Nithin Purple
- Welcome
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).
