Rose Hips and Thistles - by
It’s been a long Indian summer / and the hips are rotting on the beach rose. / I can almost…
fruit
Autumn Compensations - by
Apples on the bending bough,
/ Berries on the thorn,
/ Wheeling gulls behind the plough
/ Where…
Inna Calabash - by
Inna calabash
tell them that the baby
that count in them census already
Inna calabash
Blossom - by
There’s this life and no hereafter –
/ I’m sure of that
/ but still…
The Larder - by
Turned seventy, and not wanting
/ to waste the years left, half-asleep,
/ I’m stocking the shelves of a larder.
/
/ Each day is an empty…
The Song of Wandering Aengus - by
I went out to the hazel wood, / Because a fire was in my head, / And cut and peeled…
Street Market - by
Here, under the awning of cotton,
/ Tomatoes are heaped in a flare
/ Of glossy red beauty, and rotten
/ Sick-sweet smells of fruit fill…
Trees - by
You hold the sapling straight, backfill,
/ heel it in. A rainbow
/ pours from the watering can.
For Bet Gaitherin Strawberries - by
The rain was sliverin on the windae pane
/ when you gaed oot tae pick strawberries,
/ reid pockit moons, for the denner…
Selling Watermelons - by
Moscow is milling with watermelons.
/ Everything breathes a boundless freedom.
/ And it blows with unbridled fierceness
/ from the breathless melonvendors.
/
/ Stalls. Din. Girls’ headscarves.
/ They…
Lekarstwo - by
Znów zobaczyłem prawdziwą cytrynę.
/ Przywiozła mi ją Ania, z Francji.
/ Myślała: wracać, czy może zostać?
/ Na dobrą sprawę, co ją tutaj trzyma –…