Songs
after Marina Tsvetaeva
for H.
Where did our tenderness come from?
As if yours were the first curls
I’d felt close, ran fingers through.
You’ve kissed lips darker than mine.
The night came cold and starless,
snowstorms swept in from the east.
Though others’ eyes have met mine
with that same, uncertain peace.
But I've never known songs like these,
songs that still go on … the dark
pulled close, my head on your chest,
and the world clear-cut for once.
Where did our tenderness come from?
What to make of it? Love, I imagine you passing me by –
your azure eyes, sharper than anyone’s.
poem by Ben Wilkinson
source : http://detik.com, http://news.detik.com, http://www.benwilkinson.org
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