Feb 2015
they were deep like roses. like leaves*
the thought is blowing them away. remember
how much death we are capable of
and how much earth there is in the sky.
bu they are deep like roses in autumn.
the leaf of the hands sighs as it falls
like a bird on the mediterranean -
exhausting the light of the waters.
still, he was saying, there is too much snow.
winter snowed through his mouth.
it too did not let them see each other any more.
it fell on their hands and put them out.
Ioan Es. Pop, from *The Livid Worlds
the thought is blowing them away. remember
how much death we are capable of
and how much earth there is in the sky.
bu they are deep like roses in autumn.
the leaf of the hands sighs as it falls
like a bird on the mediterranean -
exhausting the light of the waters.
still, he was saying, there is too much snow.
winter snowed through his mouth.
it too did not let them see each other any more.
it fell on their hands and put them out.
Ioan Es. Pop, from *The Livid Worlds
Ioan Es. Pop (b. 1958) is a Romanian poet.
