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


Sunday, October 19, 2008

Virgin Lily


O, Virgin Lily,

Who glows in the heat of summer?

Doubt me and look me tight

Therefore I would not be so lost.

 

O, Virgin Lily,

Overwhelm not

I am not having you

Merely crush on your day figure

Cannot betrayed myself vows

I need you as companion

Merely companion.

 

O, Temptation,

Flows right to the ash

Turn you into solid rock, I may.

 

O, Me.

Flesh and bones

Strong Man, Beautiful Man, Ugly Man

Human pathetic, male and female

In the hands of Blake.

 

 

(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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