Nimeni nu se pricepe sa fie eu la fel de bine ca mine
luni, 8 martie 2010
Where cuckoos dare
Gentle thumbs, feminine thumbs Fondle my forehead like autumn chill Imogene, so fair and dumb, She grasps my thoughts until they're shrunk And sweeps the branches of my headache Under her palm. She makes it easy for my train to slide Beyond my eyes, inside large Technicolor boxes Piled up on villages of coal mines, Population linen and chants, And spinster daughters of cinder. White is her element Her silence focused and concerned She knows her lullaby is here just for the summer Then I will have to shoot my thoughts alone Just like I did in century nineteen, On my beige horse, When people were dressed in chiffon, Their bouquets gathering four fingers each, Gold filaments kindly inviting me to tea, Kindly inviting me to stay inside a nutshell, Where cuckoos dare, And there is no one else to hate.