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
- Василий Казин – Гармонист
- Владимир Корнилов – Париж
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Self-Portrait poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Epitaph on William Hood, Senior by Robert Burns
- Remembrance poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations by Robert Frost
- Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton by T. S. Eliot
- Lines from Endymion poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Она дарить любила
- Олег Чупров – Богатство
- Ode to Poetry by Walter William Safar
- Poppies on Ludlow Castle by Willa Cather
- Psalm 07 poem – John Milton poems
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).
