Публикувано от: bogpan | януари 16, 2018

Sakura

“April is the cruelest month”* no, no
my honored, because of our growing older.

And some say “The words we know.
And nothing’s new. Just memories
and impossible desires” Listen!
The drum(bayonet) how strikes in moss.
Without any ambush. Listen!
The bullet against the wind.
Sakura’s roots are fixed
into the sea. And there’s no death
soil. Beyond dispute we grow older.
And everything comes back into uncaused.
Mud into mud. Blossom into blossom.

The child is dozing in the corner. Like a sparrow.
The door is opening. And enter
the old Hebrews. They’re sitting down
and something start to sing.

*T. S. Elliot
Sakura – Japanese morello. It blooms only in April

Loophole


Responses

  1. What a fabulous poem! An entire world in a few lines. Images“ „Sakura’s roots are fixed/into the sea. And there’s no death
    soil.“ ; „Mud into mud. Blossom into blossom.“ There is something in this poem that I can take further. But, I wouldn’t allow myself to destroy the beauty that you created. Marvelous!

  2. What words! What words! I bow before the incredible reading. I humbly fall down before this volcano. „There is something in this poem that I can take further.“ I would be especially pleased to see your sequel! Everything will remain as it was. You are always welcome!


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