I Have a Word

I Have a Word

A Grave below the Hilltop /diptych/
My Locked Father
Misty Little Poem
In Lithuanian Dreams They Visit Me
The Empty Quarnero Sea
Rhetorical Poem

to go from this love like from the grave
desire as if she said and leave the story

his world of internal edifices
thought up from the ruins from sickness
is a crazed tectonics of no meaning

in the new novel of the gentle friend
in the pale-lit northern night of fear
in the silence of a hotel room
sounds a good symbiosis

and call the area code of time
that feeds on the lives of nameless
in the angst of the divine order
presentiment of wholly lethal grace

from the grave soar to love from the ruin
as if he had said desire and motionless sunk
deep down there buried with his own

the new little oval picture is a new eye
on the frigid face of homescape marble

over the treetops just an unhistoric cloud
or a flock of curious young songbirds
foggy February at Štinjan graveyard

(Graham McMaster, “The Bridge”, Zagreb, 2004.)

AuthorBoris Domagoj Biletić
2018-08-21T17:22:50+00:00 December 29th, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 80-81|0 Comments