I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway’s land and it carries me on travel’s road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night’s blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place—anew
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Федор Сологуб – Ах, лягушки по дорожке
- Ballad on the American War by Robert Burns
- Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem poem – John Keats poems
- Hymns Of The Marshes. by Sidney Lanier
- Robert Burns: Love In The Guise Of Friendship:
- A Hedge Of Rubber Trees poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- How I saved Planet Earth by Raj Arumugam
- Ave Adonai poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Not Goo Hwome To-Night by William Barnes
- Moonlight by Vita Sackville-West
- To Fanny poem – John Keats poems
- Oh Unforgotten And Only Lover
- A Gogyohka And The Forgotten Panopticon
- To the Lady Margaret Ley poem – John Milton poems
- The Sky A-Clearen by William Barnes
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