Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and plays
To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes
And I kissed Rita
When she was young
And I remember how she approached
And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids
And I remember Rita
The way a sparrow remembers its stream
Ah, Rita
Between us there are a million sparrows and images
And many a rendezvous
Fired at by a rifle
Rita’s name was a feast in my mouth
Rita’s body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost in Rita for two years
And for two years she slept on my arm
And we made promises
Over the most beautiful of cups
And we burned in the wine of our lips
And we were born again
Ah, Rita!
What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours
Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds?
Once upon a time
Oh, the silence of dusk
In the morning my moon migrated to a far place
Towards those honey-colored eyes
And the city swept away all the singers
And Rita
Between Rita and my eyes—
A rifle
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Огарев – Смутные мгновенья
- A Padlock for the Mouth by William Somervile
- Lord Nevils Advice
- Penmaen Pool poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- An Act of Faith by Talha Jafri
- Masks poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Woman Homer Sung by William Butler Yeats
- Epitaph for Robert Aiken by Robert Burns
- Climbing poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- O aye my wife she dang me (Song) by Robert Burns
- The Sailor’s Mother by William Wordsworth
- Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing by William Wordsworth
- The Battle Of Harlaw–Evergreen Version poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Twas’ the Night Before Christmas and Santa got Drunk by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- Sleep
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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).
