Monthly Archives: August 2011

The brick wall

What came to the mind was a mere brick wall In several squares of thought, a soft wind Buffeting the creepers flying on its holes And moss of history faded into black night. The busy brown ants were not left … Continue reading

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The lake that was sea

The lake went unnecessarily emotional In the shadows of the banyan and men Sitting on the rails of its embankment Who looked like birds flying on the sea. Its ripples pretended to be ocean-waves. The trees waved knowingly on the … Continue reading

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The first flower

The first flower is fixed in my sky, waving in wind. Its white fragrance is mine alone in its blue space, The wind I do not own, but here this balcony I own In bricks and cement, in sand from … Continue reading

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Light

Morning is pure light, on coffee and paper A song in light raises head softly in the east On the high place where god sits with trees In his loin cloth and a fixed stare at the wall. The rain … Continue reading

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Words for trees

I do not have any words for trees, in my throat I know them in throat, by astringency of fruit, By disgust on tongue of caterpillars on them In ironic glow as creatures of beauty of future Their projected butterfly … Continue reading

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