• I LOVE YOUR DARK AND WICKED EYES
• I love your dark and wicked eyes, as deep
• as the mysterious evening is deep, and dark
• as the spell that dusk casts. I love the vast
• seascape of your eyes where sin
• hesitates like twilight before flickering past
• where luck and chance have been.
• I love your eyes, their drunken golden haze,
• eyes that magnetize the lost like wordless beams
• and torture the soul with their pitiless
• caress. I love their dark and mysterious depths.
• This spring is profuse with lush flora and greens,
generous with crystalline air.
I want to share it with someone unknown
and praise nature's way with our own.
• This evening that spreads, like a lake without
surrounds me with incense as I write,
and my heart is surprised at such fullness of life
to find itself empty inside.
• YOUR DREAMS HAVE TURNED
• Your dreams have turned to ashes,
your hopes, petrified stone.
Your loves, pillars and statues,
your years have come and gone.
Your days, so hard to endure,
are emptied of their light.
• DON'T LOOK AT ME
• Don't look at me like that, please.
Don't plunge me into arctic seas.
If you want someone you can scare
with a cold disdainful stare
don't look at me.
IF THERE IS NO LOVE
• If there is no love let me be interred
• without words into silent earth.
• Let the world whir on with its stingy mirth
• if there is no design to sky and stars
• if there is no one there to hear my prayers.
• How TO STOP DEATH
• When seductive voices call out,
alluring, sweet as flutes,
when hands soft as falling snow
reach tenderly to you,
• when they beckon from a distance
toward the unmapped deep
trying to pull you forward
tempting you with sleep,
• shake them off with poems.
Tell death to go away.
Don't think it won't be beaten back.
Songs keep death at bay.
• As if a huge, silent wing glided past,
changing the light on flowers and grass,
weightless as the twilight wind that goes,
a ghostly sleep-walker dressed in white clothes,
• breathing amorphous peace into fields,
like sweet words exchanged while falling asleep,
a chaste dream comes, only to depart,
her going, still stirring my untranquil heart.