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
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- Song Of The Wandering Jew by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Праздник на биваке
- The lords above by Michael Nikoletseas
- Leda And The Swan by William Butler Yeats
- Character Of The Happy Warrior by William Wordsworth
- A Wicker Basket by Robert Creeley
- Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare
- Strumpet Song by Sylvia Plath
- Epistle II: To A Lady (Of the Characters of Women) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley poem – Alexander Pope
- Listen Beloved
- I See Your Beauty by Ronald G. Auguste
- Lesson In Grammar by Vernon Scannell
- Conviction (iv) by Stevie Smith
- O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art by William Wordsworth
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