Tramontana

Tramontana

The sea’s purple at Piraeus
8 September 1994
To Acedia
ID’s (fragment)
Reason
When I can escape my words no longer
A man eats an apple in the park
When I walk to the sea

When I can escape my words no longer

or his voice that robs them of force, sounds, the
child is cut out

for the spreading of her locks

know then
that seldom

does a hand push and stop.

AuthorErik Lindner
2018-08-21T17:22:45+00:00 February 23rd, 2013|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 88|0 Comments