if I could find you now
I'd find you
breathing soft beside a creek
Listening to water flowing
speaking to the rustling leaves.
If I could find you now
I'd stop and sit beside you
near that creek.
And I would stare into
Your blue eyes,
watch the contours of your face
and sunlight shadows on your skin.
If I could find you now
I'd kiss your face
and hold you in the sunlight,
Kiss your eyelids, say, "I've found you."
warm as love beneath the sun.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin - " I loved you"
Translation by Babette Deutsch:
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Oneword.com is a website where one word is presented and you write without thinking for sixty seconds.
Course:
through my veins
butterscotch sunlight
soft-skinned deer
leap through windows alive
to hasten your pillow-marked face
to stretch chapped lips
breathe shallow
Sometimes I wade into the river
Imagine
slowly relaxing
floating
free.
water seeps into my skin,
soaking through my hair
I float
hoping fish will land on me.
through my veins
butterscotch sunlight
soft-skinned deer
leap through windows alive
to hasten your pillow-marked face
to stretch chapped lips
breathe shallow
Sometimes I wade into the river
Imagine
slowly relaxing
floating
free.
water seeps into my skin,
soaking through my hair
I float
hoping fish will land on me.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
What does she hide in her overcoat pockets?
Sing, sweet
Sing
Into this night,
which witnessed your only
love melt in weak eyes.
Sing soft like winter fluff,
Teardrops on index cards sing as her hair falls
In pace with this windy sky.
plane smooth her wooden front
spill oil on her bearings.
Sing
Into this night,
which witnessed your only
love melt in weak eyes.
Sing soft like winter fluff,
Teardrops on index cards sing as her hair falls
In pace with this windy sky.
plane smooth her wooden front
spill oil on her bearings.
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