The Night Is Darkest Before the Dawn

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The Night Is Darkest Before the Dawn

Bucharest 5 ½
Dear Sun
Reclining On Verses
Sultriness Over Mountain Water
The Sense of One Night
TV Screen and Jim Beam to Mr. Koala, after Snežana Bukal"s story
How to Write a Poem
Gentle Poem

i have verses all around
me, they float through the air
trembling under my fingers
like a fire in front of a cigarette
they shove into my hair
itch me under my nose
they scratch my back

they await me in the bed
like a tender warm smooth woman
they sneak over my legs licking
my chest the verses shove
into my navel and deepen there

all around me verses
on top of me verses beneath me verses
like tender butterflies like golden dust
they run away like a flock of mute fish
in the sky’s pond that shines in gold
golden as silence

18.06.2008 15:48

Translated by the author, edited by Elizabeta Bakovska

2018-08-21T17:22:56+00:00 December 21st, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 69|0 Comments