An anxious dress
Like a spring crocus:
Violently violet
Inside and outside.
Its cold silk,
Snake-like and pure,
Born, endured
Like a straightjacket
By my hot sinful
Skin.
Both
Smell of myself;
That is, of life
With death inside.
My soul, living bird,
Can you rend them?
Carolina Ilica, from The Short Poem of My Long Life
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
An anxious dress
Like a spring crocus:
Violently violet
Inside and outside.
Its cold silk,
Snake-like and pure,
Born, endured
Like a straightjacket
By my hot sinful
Skin.
Both
Smell of myself;
That is, of life
With death inside.
My soul, living bird,
Can you rend them?
Carolina Ilica, from The Short Poem of My Long Life
