domingo, 15 de junho de 2014

To John Tischer

I am a poet lost in loneliness of verse and thought.
Singing poetry and hymns to girls unbidden,
I am a poet whose love is loving not
the words that hide myself - yes, I have been hidden.

I am a poet drowned in deflowered elegies from the time
I used to kill myself in nightmares and dreams;
that time is gone, as the lonely and evil skies
of my lost and lovely eyes, which seem

to be soothing the agony I used to feel.


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