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
- Ametas And Thestylis Making Hay-Ropes poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Statistic by Shivam Pandya
- Владимир Корнилов – Боль
- The Haunted House by Thomas Hood
- A PARANAETICALL, OR ADVISIVE VERSETO HIS FRIEND, MR JOHN WICKS by Robert Herrick
- Poem on Pastoral Poetry by Robert Burns
- A Cruel Mistress. by Thomas Carew
- I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson by Walter Savage Landor
- A Gogyohka and the Forgotten Panopticon
- The Commination
- At Her Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- On Calais Sands poem – Andrew Lang poems
- In A Station Of The Metro poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Song Of Eternity In Time by Sidney Lanier
- Владимир Высоцкий – Так оно и есть
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).
