The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
......
The moon whispered to the sea,
'Tell me your deepest secrets.'
And the sea, with its waves dancing,
Revealed tales of lost ships,
Of sailors' dreams and mermaids' songs.
The moon listened, its silver glow
Caressing the water's surface.
It heard stories of love and longing,
Of storms that raged and calms that soothed,
......
I
What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
a new thing under the Sun?
At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, detonative,
Scientific theme
First penned unmindful by Doctor Seaborg with poison-
ous hand, named for Death's planet through the
sea beyond Uranus
whose chthonic ore fathers this magma-teared Lord of
......
Нека бъдем сестри по съдба,
ще картографираме орхидеи
на бърз каяк в река.
Ще вземем курсове по забрава,
ще поставим огради по полетата
и ще сложим катинари на кошмари,
за да не ходят в главите на други хора.
Ще изглеждаме като млади люляци
или героини, избягали от харем.
......
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire;
Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine,
Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire,
Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign.
Bring me knots of sunny maple, silver birch and tamarack;
Leaping, sweeping, I will lap them with my ardent wings of flame;
I will kindle them to glory, I will beat the darkness back;
Streaming, gleaming, I will goad them to my glory and my fame.
Bring me gnarly limbs of live-oak, aid me in my frenzied fight;
Strips of iron-wood, scaly blue-gum, writhing redly in my hold;
......
{Poet’s Note : Fifth Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC VERSE }
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I am I have I am blissfully awake
left right up down back front allows cosmos to be
thought cannot tolerate presence observe new
spirit lingers, present
Evening primroses and fatty fish tasted
continue to pursue waves of Consciousness
......
I have come in the volume of the book written of me
To do Your will, O God, not mine.
Let Your will be my daily bread,
And Your will be my final supper.
Order my steps in the statutes of destiny;
Let me not stray,
Not to the right, nor to the left.
Keep me firm, Lord
Unshaken.
......
Out of the ashes of the knight,
a creature forged in hatred was born—
a being carved from the knight’s
regret, sorrow, love, and rage.
He rose to rewrite destiny,
to bend the threads of fate,
born from a single burning thought:
to win the heart of the princess.
......
Knight was born to protect the princess,
yet now he lies in silence.
He died not because he failed his duty,
but because, instead of guarding her,
he fell in love with her.
And so he paid the price—
a heart set aflame long before
the pyre of his funeral.
As his ashes rose with the smoke,
......
Нека бъдем сестри по съдба,
ще картографираме орхидеи
на бърз каяк в река.
Ще вземем курсове по забрава,
ще поставим огради по полетата
и ще сложим катинари на кошмари,
за да не ходят в главите на други хора.
Ще изглеждаме като млади люляци
или героини, избягали от харем.
......