by Vladimir Marku
Loitering down through shrubs of my spirit
color:#333333">Briers, nettles, thorny buds
color:#333333">Looking for a daffodil, a daisy or a myrtle
color:#333333">Oh, his touch of butterfly
color:#333333">Blushes the rose with a cry
color:#333333">I thought nice’d be a glass of wine
color:#333333">Amber, blessed, red and fire
color:#333333">To sin tonight my spirit plies
color:#333333">And forget the holy ashes of my hopes
color:#333333">OK, let me draw remorse in the depth of my soul
color:#333333">Damp it deep and tie with nerve wrathy ropes.
color:#333333">Rubies of stars sprayed on fair hair
color:#333333">With the splendour brooch of Milky way.
color:#333333">Adieu, adieu dystrophic dreams
color:#333333">Hanging on my life’s line
color:#333333">Waving rags, dried and ironed hundreds of time
color:#333333">Have I wasted my life
color:#333333">The wretched, the unworthy?
color:#333333">Could the choice be now a knife
color:#333333">And damp earth with life’s wine
color:#333333">And close the rusty gate?
color:#333333">Oh, my love, it’s now too late
color:#333333">And drink your face with the wine.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Vladimir Marku: novelist, poet, essayist, translator and interpreter. Born Durrës, Albania, October, 1950. Graduated at Foreign Languages Faculty, Tirana University. Worked in the oil industry. Presently teaches English at a Private Foreign Languages Institute., Has written twenty-six books, all published, in Albanian and some in English.
Last updated May 22, 2012