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


Thursday, October 09, 2008

A House To Keep

For Mrs.Har

Your Intimation Perishing Desire



Our Attic, Our Stairs

Our witness for sixty-six and a half day

We assumed affection will come not to evade

Appease our monody 'till it fade

Here we petrify in a house of mystify

A house to keep

From falling a sleep.


Now in a distance

One of us wishes to lead the way to commence

The unflattering facts

To conclusion we got to make

From everything we've started

In a house of the sad

A house to keep

From falling too deep.


(2002)
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Romance

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.

- Edgar Allan Poe

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