Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it’s Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon’s blood ray.
We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.
It is time.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 04 – part 04 by Torquato Tasso
- Shadow Of Liberty by Vattacharja Chandan
- The Beäten Path by William Barnes
- The Bridge by Russell Edson
- Under Cover of Night by Robert Desnos
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- Tommy by Rudyard Kipling
- Blood And The Moon by William Butler Yeats
- Universal Prayer poem – Alexander Pope
- A Paumanok Picture. by Walt Whitman
- Геннадий Айги – БЕЗ НАЗВАНИЯ
- Blackmwore Maidens by William Barnes
- The Hand In The Dark
- Late Autumn by William Allingham
- Los Able Minded Poets Music Review
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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).
