Poems in English

My voice is gone – and I can’t even call you by name,
Just gape my mouth like a fish at evening market displayed…

If you hold yourself tightly – you will not feel so sad.
If you hold yourself tightly – you will feel slightly warmer,
If you hold yourself tightly, you pull yourself together
In this enormous cold world, in this impetuous gale…

Half of the clockface has been torn away, three-four-five-six drawn upon the wall,
The pointers keep moving, for the mechanism’s fixed, suppose, as good they could.
Ticking spikes silence, though the former time yet has collapsed, stands no more at all,
Perhaps soon there will be no wall, and perhaps then will be no earth for good…

If it all feels too much – take a breath, take a pause, and read at leisure, why not,
About what happened – way back when? – in Sumerian schools, what they were taught…

She said: “Each of us is smaller than love within us, our own love.
And any of us is colder – look how brightly it blazes.
When our love ignites, the road becomes clearer…”

“This path leads straight to the abyss…”

Love breaks us and batters us hollow – yet it is the cure we find,
We’re slammed to the sand by the tempest, then tossed to the crest, unbound…

When the heart swung open wide,
It burned with a searing fire —
Though I thought autumn had come.

Proserpina begins her climb today,
Wiping the last of the night cream away…

The ivy faded
After the cold winter,
Still it’s all about love:
If you are heart-shaped,
You can’t be otherwise.