Love and art Poems
Twilight Pushes Down Your Eyes
by Maxwell Bodenheim
Twilight pushes down your eyes
With shimmering, pregnant fingers
That leave you covered with still-born touch.
With little whips of dead words
Silence cuts your lips to a keener red.
Your heart strikes its bed of dark mirth, in death,
And your hands lie over it, guarding the corpse.
Night will soon whisk away this room
But you are already invisible.
You Have A Morning-Glory Face
by Maxwell Bodenheim
You have a morning-glory face
Whose edges are sensitive to light
And curl in beneath the burden of a smile.
Remembered silence returns to the morning-glory
And lattices its curves
With shades of golden reverberations.
Then the morning-glory's heart careens to loves
Whose scent beats on the sky-walls of your soul.
For Karen
by Charles Fisher
The cloak of words, the wand
Held now in this square hand,
Might of their obstinate art
take the sad stars apart
And from their clockwork make
Time for her sake.
(Though even now she lies
Close to infinities
Where her companions - oh,
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The Book Of Love (In Russian)
by Bibhakar Dutta
Название, которое будет
написано в книге любви,
не должно быть faint- должно быть
полный очарования, смысл и произнес довольно.
Имя должно быть выдающийся
зарабатывать славу своего возлюбленного, и
Книга будет выиграть комплимент,
и подарок сочувствия.
......
A Very Colorful Place
by Bibhakar Dutta
I have died so many times in this life,
Sometimes in love, sometimes in disgrace,
Sometimes in dusty desires and being a hopeless,
And sometimes in the sludge of jest,
Yet my world is a very colorful place.
Yes, it's a very colorful place.
Today I have drunk heaven's sweet shower
That strengthens my heart
To hold some poetic sense.
......
The Book Of Love (In Russian)
by Bibhakar Dutta
Название, которое будет
написано в книге любви,
не должно быть faint- должно быть
полный очарования, смысл и произнес довольно.
Имя должно быть выдающийся
зарабатывать славу своего возлюбленного, и
Книга будет выиграть комплимент,
и подарок сочувствия.
......
We Just Play
by Bibhakar Dutta
I am now far away from her,
Too much far...
Here closeness pertaining
An unknown, misty and inexpressible desire
Despite this farness is so amazing-
Amalgamated with no insipid meaning.
Here love being stuck with her true believers
and commanding them to play,
Here, the players are eagerly
Awaiting for an order of the charming day,
......
In Slience
by Bibhakar Dutta
In this darkness, in this silence of the world,
In this rainy night,
A violin with a very special cord to tune,
I want her touch without any plight.
Yes without any plight.
She, with her great fortune,
Beautifying my violin's tune,
In her bright eyes I see the days of delight.
In this closeness to feel something 7
She deserves always and wants to say,
......
A Very Colorful Place
by Bibhakar Dutta
I have died so many times in this life,
Sometimes in love, sometimes in disgrace,
Sometimes in dusty desires and being a hopeless,
And sometimes in the sludge of jest,
Yet my world is a very colorful place.
Yes, it's a very colorful place.
Today I have drunk heaven's sweet shower
That strengthens my heart
To hold some poetic sense.
......
Dances Of Desire
by Bibhakar Dutta
Much have I enjoyed
The mystery of love,
And much more to trace
The essence yet,
Oh the Lord of love,
I am here, here
In this silent midnight
To see the dances of desire.
And the perception? ?
Yes, the songs of joy
......
