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
- Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground by Stephen Crane
- Олег Григорьев – Крадучись, точно вор
- Postip by Manolo Arriola
- Vaulting by Satish Verma
- If I Had A Brontosaurus by Shel Silverstein
- Memory by William Butler Yeats
- Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- Lover’s Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk by Rabindranath Tagore
- To The Unattainable Lament Of Mahomed Akram
- Answer Copy Verses Sent Me Jersey
- Федор Тютчев – Как бестолковы числа эти
- Владимир Маяковский – Славянский вопрос-то решается просто
- Since We Must Die poem – Alfred Austin
- Lets go by Vinko Kalinić
- I Can Feel The Same by Miraj Patel
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).
