Dialogue with the Mirror
fountain
that never refrains
from drifting its waters
where again?
if I try to stop them,
I take me for a ride;
if I dare follow the tide,
I lose us both of sight
water meant
less to dull
than
to drown
A choice of poems in English, Italian, Spanish and German. Please confer also asobrasdoamor.blogspot.com, with poems in several tongues. If you enjoy it, please be so kind as to leave a message and/or browse through my blogs. Criticism is always welcome, and slips may abound along the site, you could help perfect it, warning me about them. For poetry in French, refer to christianovalois.com.br.For poetry in Portuguese, please refer to the links below.
Monday, November 29, 2010
FAITS DIVERS
Gossip magazines
in attendance rooms
may always benefit you
with the very latest news
on who's still alive
and who is otherwise
(like the doc) already late.
Just as a channeling medium
I get big trouble diagnosing
the living from the dead.
Thus, the last occasion I had
to skim through one of those
involuntary inobituaries,
it came to my system as a shock
to have suddenly rediscovered
the beaming smilingly liveliness
of two guys at least
I had thought previously deceased.
(Oh, just as an afterthought
I should add that out of
sheer scientific instinct,
I double-checked the mags
only to find they all dated back
to two or three years ago.
So, if the methusalahs keep
on business indeed,
I still don't know).
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)