Публикувано от: bogpan | март 13, 2018

Flags

Leave these ships with the big
white sails that hardly are wobbling.

Leave this cry of the gulls full of
alarming
longing – let the lungs swallow the wind
coming.
Leave the eyes, let them travel beyond
the horizons –
falling leaves.
And find that angle of the time – of
love
“When here and now cease to matter”*
and that grief which hollows out the air
becomes the jump,
becomes wing beat,
the water deep in the tank,
the entire while of moving unmovable.
Flags!

*T.C. Eliot

Grasp

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