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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