In the haze your image
Trembled; it troubled
And eluded me: mistakenly
I said, ‘Good God!’The name of the Lord — a large bird —
Flew from my breast.
In front: a swirl of mist.
Behind: the empty cage.
— Osip Mandelshtam
In the haze your image
Trembled; it troubled
And eluded me: mistakenly
I said, ‘Good God!’The name of the Lord — a large bird —
Flew from my breast.
In front: a swirl of mist.
Behind: the empty cage.
— Osip Mandelshtam
hi peter! thanks for the wonderful message at my blog — and sorry for replying so late. i go awol once or twice a year. anyway, i added you to my blog links. hope this is okay.
just wanted to say that i love your story in prick of the spindle. if you’re looking for venues for your work, do try us at press 1 (http://www.leafscape.org/press1/).
hope you’re having a great summer,
a.
I’m glad you liked it Arlene. I really rate your poetry.