"ventus" poems
finding streets with names standing bare back against the wind,
trees a spirit of the times step look
;;can fingers//twisted//ebbed//
gross indecencies ab.ate masterful pieces, works,, looks unlike piercing glances
trancing, truncating Euripides a species of deer unlike peace
so, canned fingers
happ
ens
a shame when you consider.
Does this make Sense to you?
"reperio vicus per nomen superstes patesco tergum obviam ventus ,
to meet with village very name survivor of another's death to be laid open back on the way wind,"
no?
good.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
Hie alta stare non possunt,
lacessendo et ventus aeri,
ad nihilum deduces me
ferte me
//Translation\\
I can stand here tall
challenging the wind and sky
to sweep me up
and carry me away
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC