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
- Come, Come, Whoever You Are by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Английская поэзия. Айзек Розенберг. Дочери войны. Isaac Rosenberg. Daughters of War
- The Love Child by William Barnes
- Ольга Берггольц – Мой дом
- There is a Community of Spirit by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Babysitters by Sylvia Plath
- Epistle to John Maxwell, Esq., of Terraughty by Robert Burns
- A Blockhead poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Alfred’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- The Gardener XI: Come As You Are by Rabindranath Tagore
- Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries by Vachel Lindsay
- Forfeiture
- Finding freedom from invisible bonds by Sunil Sharma
- Aspirations by SAAJIDA GORA
- What would I do without this world by Samuel Beckett
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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).
