Saturday, 4 July 2015

Summer Starry Nights

Summer night - Kobayashi Issa

Summer night-
even the stars
are whispering to each other.

Hour of Stars - Federico Garcia Lorca

The round silence of night,
one note on the stave
of the infinite.

Ripe with lost poems,
I step naked into the street.
The blackness riddled
by the singing of crickets:
that dead
that musical light
by the spirit.

A thousand butterfly skeletons
sleep within my walls.

A wild crowd of young breezes
over the river.

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