Slabing of Yellowness

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Slabing of Yellowness

What You Said to Me
Graphic Art on the Window Glass
Deer in a Dream
Slabing of Yellowness
Your Eyes

the interior of my castle
is drawn on the window glass
from the cold
in the midst of winter night
the embroidery
threads of frosty silver
with white reflection
now when a handful of morning light
has to fall on my windows
one can see only numerous buds
of symbols and
dadaistic leafless fruits
with no pulp
a little beggar covered in snow
on the bridge
wearing a frozen starry wreath
on the head
sticking out a thin hand
for mercy
the rattle of frozen hair cannot be heard
in the air
nor can the black spot behind the boy
snow snow
yonder on the plain the word
spring is rolling
and the will of God.

AuthorLindita Ahmeti
2018-08-21T17:23:29+00:00 August 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 33|0 Comments