(For E.)
“Sex, desire, longing and solitude.”
– Allen Ginsberg (on the essentials of poetry)
I do not mind what it is about you that disaffects
and hurts, there’s only something in my breathing - - -
a smell of glands
and corruption,
wasting my soul
so gently - - -
And the mad poet cried:
Let rest in your dark almond eyes
the shadows of your wanton rage!
The echoes of those choice torments
kiss me with silence,
absorbing tears and organs
with each hiding - - - !
Heed what I am to whisper
into this auburn night:
the iron of your laughter
is true to more than fire
and rust -
no night has ever heard
such hateful noise - - -
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Peter Bies © 2010
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As the last ones: perfect.
What depth … you lead me into a district that is so familiar, but I did not know that it is around the corner. So I would have never got there without you. Keep it on and forgive me when I am mainly speechless … after you blew me away with your words and sounding images.
Jochen says it better than I can. Your poems and images are very moving but I don’t know “how and why”.
It seems that I’ve seen the images before, somewhere in a memory or from childhood, when as a child you just know something true about life even though you aren’t an adult yet
and the truth doesn’t come from actual experience.
Jochen, Marilyn - this is more I could I hope for.
Thank you so much for your energizing feedback!