by Aideen Henry
I am jealous of the air
he breathes and displaces,
the water that washes over him,
lingering randomly in horizontal bodily fossae,
the mirror he peers into,
the comb that traces his hair pattern,
the aftershave that lingers on his face,
the clothes that variously enfold him,
the socks that envelope his awkward toes,
the leather shoes his feet give shape to.
I am jealous of the ground
that meets his outstretched foot,
the seat he yields his weight to,
the leather bag he grips purposefully,
the business he attends to,
the friends he embraces,
the colleagues who relate so casually,
not seeing the angel within,
not feeling the warm tide of his love
wash over their souls.
I yearn for
fights unfought,
love unmade,
children unborn,
depths of mutual knowing
unreached.
I wish to know him with all of my senses.
My world is beige.
My feelings unchanged.
Time does not heal.
I am jealous of the air
he breathes.
my next collection
Copyright ©:
2011, Aideen Henry
A few random poems:
- Reviewing When We Were Slugs!
- Amabel by Thomas Hardy
- This Month The Almonds Bloom At Kandahar
- Sonnet CVIII by William Shakespeare
- A Bay In Anglesey poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Philosophy poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robin Hood poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: To Ruin:
- Without Ceremony by Thomas Hardy
- Children039s Eyes
- On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston by Robert Burns
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Колыбельная
- Rita And The Rifle by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Conspiracy by Robert Creeley
- A youth in apparel that glittered by Stephen Crane
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
