Tuesday, April 12, 2011
A Russian Love Story
I brought you a garden where Winter had hidden--
It came drawn by two draft horses, strong and dumb,
Like the Cossack hearts I had made them from.
The Siberian ice pleased you, breaking beneath your sable boots--
Little frozen birds from the afterworld
Arrived to adorn your fingers like feathered burls.
If I had just one wish,
It would be to lie beside you like moving water--
I want to tear myself continuously on the edges of your ice.
Sick of loving dull round stones,
I want your sharpness--
Over millennia, I want to be dissolved entirely
By your face,
I brought a garden where winter had hidden,
To your frost-sheathed doors, shut against the Spring--
Concealed within was the canny vixen,
As silent as snow, as soft as linen.
for One Shot Wednesday