Fine is the wine that loves us, / and the bread baked for our sake, / and the woman who lies and loves us / when she’s finished her tweaking games. / / But sunset clouds, rose / in a sky turned cold, / calm like some other earth? / immortal poems? / / All inedible, non-po...
1 / / Silence hangs across the city, / every tiny sound strikes flat, hollow, remote - / and you, soul, you still say nothing: / oh God, have mercy on marble souls. / / And my soul said to me, / like harps singing in the distance, / "Why did I find existence / in worthless huma...
A red, feathery / fire cried / loud / in my courtyard, into the blue-black of sleep. / / A wild, sweet / wind from the moon / blew, lashed at silence, / insolently whipped its bare cheeks. / / And walking out on the mountains / the young dawn came / feeding greedy clouds / ...
When I’ve given up / playing at hide-and-seek with sour-faced / Death, the Creator will turn me / into a Persian miniature - / / With a turquoise sky / and a prince just raising / his almond eyes / to the arc of a girl’s swing, / / And a bloody-speared Shah / rush...
An old tramp in Addis Ababa, / conqueror of many tribes, / sent me a black lance-bearer / bringing a greeting of my own poetry. / A lieutenant who runs gunboats / under enemy cannon / read me my poems, for a souvenir, one whole night / across the southern sea. / A man who shot the Ts...
The white willow was black, up on the hill, / crows puffed faintly; / in the blue, the very blue meadow / clouds wandered like sheep. / And intending to give yourself / you said, "I love you - " / and grass grew all around, grass like an ocean, / and it was afternoon. / I was kissing...