A keresés eredménye

Serpent

Everything is bit like this, we shone and faded away
Our leaves bear the colour of yellow ruby
Between the child and rose, and between the past and rose
In our mixed skin, the voice
With its dark-red voice
Everything is bit like this
 
We may forgot some later, seasons didn't change the serpent
Even if the serpent did change
Like a twist his shirt stood
Like an undressed yellow ruby
 
We now are numb
Raining inside...
 

Edip Cansever

The collar of his green silk shirt
Falls on the long time.
 
Too much of everything is harmful,
Edip Cansever died because of too much poetry.
 

Uncertainty 1

She enlarges my garden as she comes
Lays beneath the shadows of my trees
I see her beyond the day and night
I have no doubt that is not Pan
 
She plays with the drum the woman by the pool
Mourned to a day uncertain
Flocks of fish pass within the caves
Isn't that yet enough
She borrows herself to her dreams
 
Meanwhile I emplace a plate of iced strawberry into the poem
To make uncertainty cristal clear...