I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath
filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame
lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Don Paterson, French, imagery, love poetry, nature, Robert Desnos, translation
- Published:
- October 12, 2012 – 08:00
- Author:
- By Madhu
something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: childhood, imagery, Lisel Mueller, mystery
- Published:
- September 14, 2012 – 08:00
- Author:
- By Madhu
It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: conversational, imagery, love poetry, Rita Dove, unsettling
- Published:
- August 14, 2012 – 08:00
- Author:
- By Madhu