POETRY

HERBERT MARSHALL All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me, sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness of spirit and contempt of your soul’s rights, which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you. You really grew to hate me for love of me, because I was your soul’s happiness, formed and tempered to solve your life for you, …

DEDICATION Ahead of this punishment bend the mountains, not flows the great river, but balances the prison locks, behind them “the dens of life imprisonment”, and with anguish. For someone breathes fresh wind, for someone yearns sunset, we do not know, we are the same everywhere, we hear hateful screeching of keys, and heavy steps of soldiers. It rose like …

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT > They’re both convinced that a sudden feeling united them. It’s beautiful that a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful. Not knowing themselves, they believe that it never happened between them. But they think the streets, staircases, hallways where long ago they could interbreed? I would ask them, if they do not remember, once a face …

SONG OF LOVE > And how I will detain my soul, because your not just reach? As I will rise to other spheres, where you most is not? Oh, I would hide it in something, that go missing in the dark alone, in an unknown and silent corner, that does not vibrate more when the rivibrano your depth! But everything …

SATURDAYS > Out there there’s a sunset, dark gem set in time, and a deep blind city of men who did not see you. The night is silent or sings. Someone free longings crucifixes in a plane. Still, the large your beauty. Even when you do not love, your beauty lavishes his miracle in time. It is in you the …

BLUE TREE > When your eyes meet my solitude, silence becomes the fruit, and the storm sleep. Half close doors forbidden, and the water learns to suffer. When my solitude meets your eyes, salt and desire spreads, sometimes insolent tidal wave that runs endlessly, nectar dripping drop by drop, most fiery nectar that a torment, start that never fulfills. When …

A MAP OF EUROPE > As the idea of Leonardo, where gape passages on water droplets, or the dragons lie down in spots, my crumbling wall, into the air clear draw, in the mood of the vein, a map of Europe. On the sill painting, golden rim of a can shines as along a lake of Canaletto in the evening, …

IN THIS SEASON HOT I THINK TO YOU In this hot season I think to you, your nakedness, your neck, your wrist, your foot lying on the couch like a white dove. What you were saying to me in this hot season, I think to you. I do not know what I think about most, what I saw with my …

SHOULD LANTERNS SHINE Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, would wither up, and any boy of love look twice before he fell from grace. The features in their private dark are formed of flesh, but let the false day come and from her lips the faded pigments fall, The mummy cloths expose an …

SOFTLY Lean spike is your body, from which the grain is dropped and will not return to sprout as a lean spike is lean your body. Skein of silk is your body, penned by the lust to the last wrinkle, like a skein of silk is your body. Sky burned is your body, in death fabric dreams ambushes, as a …