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
- Scribbles by Suchi Gaur
- Владимир Высоцкий – Грусть моя, тоска моя
- Diving Into The Wreck
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
- Robert Burns: On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday:
- The Appointment by Ruth Padel
- Rimini by Rudyard Kipling
- The Lover’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- To Robert Louis Stevenson poem – Alfred Austin
- Dusk In June by Sara Teasdale
- On the Religious Memory of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646 poem – John Milton poems
- ‘Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love by William Wordsworth
- Зинаида Александрова – Лошадка
- Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers poem – A. E. Housman
- To Emily Dickinson by Yvor Winters
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).
