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
- The Cat in the Kitchen by Robert Bly
- Meadowsweet by William Allingham
- Ольга Седакова – Старый поэт (Постскриптум)
- John Barleycorn: A Ballad by Robert Burns
- Низами Гянджеви – Будь весел — короток наш век
- Houses Of Dreams by Sara Teasdale
- Amy Margaret’s Five Year Old by William Allingham
- Till I Wake
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Метель
- Sun Light poem – Ammar Hussain poems | Poems and Poetry
- Outside The Village Church poem – Alfred Austin
- Михаил Кузмин – Вы молчаливо-нежное дитя
- Every Hour Henceforth
- How cruel are the parents by Robert Burns
- The Comforters by Rudyard Kipling
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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).
