The moon’s an arrant thief, / And her pale fire she snatches from the sun

septembrie 1, 2009

Arici, drugs ‘n strange poems

Categorisit la aberatii, drug, viata sosete — Tags: , — hitchhicking @ 11:30 pm

first, the ariciul>

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second, everybody knows, including the old Leonard Cohen, NICE PEOPLE TAKE DRUGS

iar în rândul 3 şade relaxat un poiem pre care de altfel nu l.aş fi remarcat, însă ultimele doo versuri are quite…nice. Nice and bifurcation, words of the week.

Vagrant

Who is tappin g on my study window
At thi s late hour toni ght

Who is tapping on my study window

At this late hour tonight

Disturbing the calm yellow pool

Of light on the unfinished page?

If only it were the fingers

Of one who will never come home.

Draw back the curtain

And look your loneliness in the eyes :

Wind is thrashing on the glass

The scarlet hips of a rose.

(Richard Murphy)

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