Adieu..., adieu....

Loitering down through shrubs of my spirit

color:#333333">Briers, nettles, thorny buds

color:#333333">Looking for a daffodil, a daisy or a myrtle

color:#333333">Oh, his touch of butterfly

color:#333333">Blushes the rose with a cry

color:#333333">I thought nice’d be a glass of wine

color:#333333">Amber, blessed, red and fire

color:#333333">To sin tonight my spirit plies

color:#333333">And forget the holy ashes of my hopes

color:#333333">OK, let me draw remorse in the depth of my soul

color:#333333">Damp it deep and tie with nerve wrathy ropes.

color:#333333">Rubies of stars sprayed on fair hair

color:#333333">With the splendour brooch of Milky way.

color:#333333">Adieu, adieu dystrophic dreams

color:#333333">Hanging on my life’s line

color:#333333">Waving rags, dried and ironed hundreds of time

color:#333333">Have I wasted my life

color:#333333">The wretched, the unworthy?

color:#333333">Could the choice be now a knife

color:#333333">And damp earth with life’s wine

color:#333333">And close the rusty gate?

color:#333333">Oh, my love, it’s now too late

color:#333333">And drink your face with the wine.

 

From: 
Vladimir Marku




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Vladimir Marku: novelist, poet, essayist, translator and interpreter. Born Durrës, Albania, October, 1950. Graduated at Foreign Languages Faculty, Tirana University. Worked in the oil industry. Presently teaches English at a Private Foreign Languages Institute., Has written twenty-six books, all published, in Albanian and some in English.


Last updated May 22, 2012