The Dead Poet and the Young Lady

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The Dead Poet and the Young Lady

Midnight
Narcissus
The Room
Dear Friend
The Dead Poet and the Young Lady
Faithlessly Alone

You are stirred by the sound
Of sudden flutes
By an underground element
A voice that engulfs you
And wails in you
The desperate silence

What beats on the Shore
What defends itself from it
Does that It have a form
Which feeds on the Shore
Till exhaustion

Where should the child go
In what darkness should the man dive
Or the old man, who waits for you to arrive
With all the unknown world

Where the Excitement
The untamable contents of the white
Where

Above emptiness you came
Above all which is equal

AuthorJordan Danilovski
2018-08-21T17:23:41+00:00 November 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 23|0 Comments