Dear Vachel,  Let the Bread's Rhyme



I am longing for disturbing evening

Miserable floating in regardless owl weeping

Lost boy with lost path

Dying in the hands of wrath


I am longing for Your existance

But no one comes over

Except you the lost one like me

You're not Imogen

The one I need most.


Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo

Selected Poems 1999 - 2002


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Always To Little Lily


 

Restricted vows

Unfilled spirit to reality to dream

To sleepless and picture close to the heart.

 

Your warm lights

Like sharpest knife almost cut the promises off

And buried six feet under.

 

Walk in the safe way

O, dear Glowing Temptation

Hear safe sound

Avoid all sleepy noises

And poisonous singing snakes.

 

I am your guidance

Not guardian

So keep doubt me.

 

Blink of an eye

Has changed me the immortality

To liquid body.

 

You are temptation

Not affection

So keep doubt me.

 

Farewell, farewell

O, dear Glowing Temptation

Heat of summer burning me still

And you glowing for eternity

For me and the world in unity.

 


(Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo – Selected Poems 1998 – 2001)


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Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

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