POETRY

FANTASY: Poetry, by John Keats

FANTASY Leave always wandering imagination, the pleasure is always somewhere else, and it melts, only to touch sweet, like the bubbles when rain hits. Let her then wander, her, the winged, for the thought that even in front of it lies. Opens the door to the cage of the mind, and you’ll see, it will launch flying into the sky. …

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CLOTHING: Poetry of Wislawa Szymborska

CLOTHING You take off, we take off, we remove coats, jackets, waistcoats, blouses of wool, cotton, terylene, skirts, pants, socks, underwear, laying, hanging, throwing on backs of chairs, doors screens. For now, he says the doctor, nothing serious; you put on, rest, take a trip, take the case, after lunch, in the evening; come back in three months, six a …

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THE ORANGE: Poem by Jacques Prévert

THE ORANGE An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and in my bed, sweet present of the present, freshness of the night, heat of my life. (Jacques Prévert) http://www.amazon.com/Paroles-French-Edition-Jacques-Prevert/dp/2070367622

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FIRES BURN: Poetry, by Marichiko

FIRES BURN Fires burn in my heart. Do not smoke rises. Nobody knows. (Marichiko)

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ROCKING HORSE: Poetry, by Tawari Machi

ROCKING HORSE Back and forth without going anywhere raising a child this is like rocking horse time that you gave to me. (Tawari Machi)

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WHEN YOU WILL BE OLD: Poetry, by William Butler Yeats

WHEN YOU WILL BE OLD When you’re old, wavering between fire and waking take this book, read it unhurriedly and dreams of the sweetness of your eyes for a time, and their shadows. How many loved your sweet grace of that time, and the beauty of a true or false love. But one only loved your soul pilgrim, and the …

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WHAT WOULD NOT THIS WORLD: Poetry, by Samuel Beckett

WHAT WOULD NOT THIS WORLD What would I do without ever this world, faceless or questions, where to be but for a moment in which each instant, spills into the void of oblivion have been without this wave where finally will collapse together body and shadow. What would I do without this ever silent abyss of whispers, panting furiously rescue …

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HOW YOU SHOULD KISSING: Poetry, by Erich Fried

HOW YOU SHOULD KISSING   When I kiss you, not just your mouth, not just your belly button, it’s not just that I kiss your lap. I also kiss your questions, and your desires, I kiss your thinking, your doubts, and your courage, your love for me, and your freedom from me, your foot that has come here, and that’s …

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THE WOMAN LEFT HAND: Poetry, by Peter Handke

THE WOMAN LEFT HAND Her climbed with other from a metro station, ate with with other in a warm table, with other was waiting in a laundry, but once I saw her alone, in front of a wall newspaper. She was dating with other from a skyscraper of offices, she trod with other at a stand, she sat with other …

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IF I MELT – Poetry, by Marja Virolainen

IF I MELT If I melt fusing in the rain, and the window see the nightjar, before sleeping when you take off the white shirt, open window: it’s me, scalded wings, flourish in your eyes, I support your neck burning, a soft laugh, whispers, I open my wings on your chest, I close them, I land in a breath, on …

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