Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D’argent ... #Printemps #SpringComing #SaturdayPoetry
https://www.poetica.fr/poeme-57/arthur-rimbaud-dormeur-du-val/
#SaturdayPoetry: A #poem about the beloved ghosts which cling to us long after passing. #poetsofmastodon #poetry #lovepoem #writing
"What happened here, what haunting spree
a dirge of wasted intimacy.
So proud, so strong, of integrity
our Napoleon of an empty sea."
Enduring:
https://wastedwordsweb.wordpress.com/2023/04/29/enduring/
Advent
BY RAE ARMANTROUT
In front of the craft shop,
a small nativity,
mother, baby, sheep
made of white
and blue balloons.
*
Sky
god
girl.
Pick out the one
that doesn’t belong.
*
Some thing
close to nothing
flat
from which,
fatherless,
everything has come.