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Stones
Memento
The cane
Wasp
The distance
The Gates of Otranto
Rainspotting
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Keats’ nightingale

you’re are looking at his back
as they disappear into the vineyard.
he’s about to get on the job, a damn real one.
there’s blue vitriol in metal buckets
(or something equally useful and poisonous).
he’s surrounded by hills, humus, stones
and everything else that makes
for a peaceful and palpable landscape.
whereas you – all those miles you covered
you covered them just to compose yourself.
and now you bow to every grape
as if it’d been some pagan deity
that someone had long ago
planted right there.
a little bit lower, at the picture’s corner
he rises all of a sudden
spreading a big coarse canvass.
the sky above him strikes
its worldly moustaches.
and it’s only then that he says:
– it’s going to rain.

2018-08-21T17:22:58+00:00 June 25th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 66|0 Comments