Found Poem: Eternity

Eternity might very well

have remained asleep or

dead with whatever we were


it is too late to dine on stars

more fallen each time

when emptied from clouds


they freeze in pools

freeze the anguish of eternity

that hisses through your blood


the dustiest sigh from a forgotten guitar

that seemed to go on forever

where if violets tire


when no flower leaned its head

on the shoulder of a bird

It was then that we met


(c) Mary Tang 2015

In memory of Mark Strand (1934-2014),

translator of The Owl’s Insomnia, poems of Rafael Alberti (1902-1999),

from which I extracted lines to compose this poem.

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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