Edita’s Reviews > A Nostalgist's Map of America: Poems > Status Update
Edita
is on page 69 of 105
The breezes are lost
travelers today,
knocking, asking
for a place to stay.
I tell them
to go away.
All night they knock, asking
if the Beloved
had ever passed this way.
All night I keep
the heart shut.
— Jan 20, 2015 08:36PM
travelers today,
knocking, asking
for a place to stay.
I tell them
to go away.
All night they knock, asking
if the Beloved
had ever passed this way.
All night I keep
the heart shut.
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Edita
is on page 94 of 105
I too was human. I who now live here
at the end of the world […]
dreading the night, when
under the warm stars
we recall men we have loved,
their gestures forever refusing us.
Then why let anything remain
when whatever we loved
turned instantly to stone?
— Jan 21, 2015 08:51PM
at the end of the world […]
dreading the night, when
under the warm stars
we recall men we have loved,
their gestures forever refusing us.
Then why let anything remain
when whatever we loved
turned instantly to stone?
Edita
is on page 69 of 105
There again is memory
at my doorstep-
jasmine crushed under
departing feet.
The moon extinguishes
its silver pain
on the window.
— Jan 20, 2015 08:32PM
at my doorstep-
jasmine crushed under
departing feet.
The moon extinguishes
its silver pain
on the window.
Edita
is on page 30 of 105
Certain landscapes insist on fidelity.
Why else would a poet of this desert
go deep inside himself for shade?
Only there do the perished tribes live.
The desert insists, always: Be faithful,
even to those who no longer exist.
— Jan 17, 2015 09:39AM
Why else would a poet of this desert
go deep inside himself for shade?
Only there do the perished tribes live.
The desert insists, always: Be faithful,
even to those who no longer exist.
