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 …
Read More »WAITING: Poetry, by Hans Raimund
WAITING Who will no longer wait, eye bolted the door, ears straining away, meeting those who will not be more. Waiting, recuse around waiting, describing an arc in the opposite direction, out to those who will not be more. Waiting, no longer be able to feel the absence of those who will not be more. Sounds, no more questioning, not …
Read More »UNTITLED – Poetry, by Riina Katajavuori
UNTITLED Lie languishing in snowstorm, as a woman in the shower, these hills, curvy thighs parted, the tongues decided ribs, under the skin as white as snow, sloping down into the gorge, where a skier lonely you slide on the snow intact he trudges. (Riina Katajavuori)
Read More »YOU DO NOT KNOW ME ANYMORE? – Poetry, by Juhani Ahvenjärvi
YOU DO NOT KNOW ME ANYMORE? Do not you know me anymore? I’m that guy with golden hair that he burnt the dryer last summer. I painted red houses, horses and fields; I stood naked in front of the sunset and you laughed, you asked me how my sun is fixed with nails. (Juhani Ahvenjärvi)
Read More »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 …
Read More »IT WAS TO EVENING: Poetry, by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
IT WAS TO EVENING The snow came, it was in the evening. It came down from heaven, rooftop, and he surprised everyone with his whiteness. It was really great, and it was really beautiful. He fell and fell, and under his feet flying depending on the wind, and she ranged in flight. Lay fresh and sparkling, and everyone he was …
Read More »JOKES OF CLOUDS: Poetry, by Vladimir Majakoskij
JOKES OF CLOUDS Sailed clouds in the sky, four pieces of clouds; from first to third were people; the fourth was a camel. At these, curiously he joined the street a fifth; from it, in the lap of the blue sky an elephant pulled away behind another. And I do not know if he frightened the sixth, suddenly the clouds …
Read More »A CHILD IS BORN: Poetry, by Konstantin Balmont
A CHILD IS BORN I came to the world to see the sun, and blue horizons. I came to the world to see the sun and the white mountains. I came to the world to see the sea, the green and gold of the plan. More worlds in a look, I tighten know, I am a king. (Konstantin Balmont) http://www.amazon.com/Balmont-Ivan-Shmelevu-pisma-Balmont-Ivanu-Shmelevu-Pisma-stikhotvoreniya/dp/5960600102
Read More »THE END: Poetry, by David Herbert Lawrence
THE END If I could hold you in my heart, if only I could wrap you in me, As I would be happy! But now the memory card before once again I unrolled the course of our journey so far, here where we part. And to say that you’ve never, ever been some your reality, my love, and never …
Read More »YOU SHOULD NOT KNOW THE DESPAIR: Poetry of Emily Jane Bronte (1818/1848)
YOU SHOULD NOT KNOW THE DESPAIR Should not you know despair if the stars sparkle every night; If the dew falls silent at night and the sun gilds the morning. Should not you know despair, although the tears to flow in rivers: are not the most favorite years forever in your heart? Cry, you cry, so it must be; The …
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