Open Poetry #49 |
knowing |
2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
A poet must know how to look, The moon as the hair of the women, He must know how to look at the intèrieur of eyes As the removed roughcast color by a wall of bricks, He has to cast the eyes as balls of tenpin bowling And what these made strikes on objects, On flowers as well as on skittles, On the legs of the girls which overturn on a bed, As on the stars which he discovers when he is drunk, He must know how to look at the city which he despises As much as that where he eats spicy shrimps, He has to deceive useless things and feelings, Open eyes bigger than windows, On the American Great Lakes Or the children murdered by suburbs, He has to eat all which passes under its look, He has to suffer when he lonely loves or when he drinks rawberries He has to throw bridges on the eyes which he crosses, He must know how to feint at the eyes of the crazy or the giants He must know how to look to say that he hates The greed of boudoirs and offices, Consider at the world as an inventor of feelings, Look at the women as a trainer of stars, Because only he, knows what want eyes When they do not know any more what to say … |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
sometimes, that poet simply *must know. I love the soft ring of feeling and observation here. "...He has to suffer when he lonely loves or when he drinks rawberries He has to throw bridges on the eyes which he crosses,..." evoking a ton of haunted longing, among many other tugs. enjoyed this! ~d Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Et, Yann, tes yeux, ton coeur, tes émotions, tous, ils savent comment faire celà! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Look at the woman as a trainer of stars Of all the great thoughts expressed in your poem I adore the above most ... it really speaks to me. And you are a Poet who KNOWS, it's clear! Love, Margherita |
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