My Poems

PRELUDE ON THE LUPANARE GRANDE A Palladian portico well-nigh conceals the entrance door for Eros. My lord lifts his robe, a soft, silken sound as it drags on the ground. Groans... two brown poulaines, dark, sotto voce monologue; I open my nightgown, the breasts waves as rain. I, felix bene futuis, stand naked, He stares at the secret leaf between my legs. Under the veil, Faery face, Marina Nani, eyes of doge, the breeze dies off.

REFLECTIONS IN A CHINESE MIRROR Doleful Soul, o Eternity in the heart of Lotus, o Lord, Sadly I leave for the plains in the north. I serve my general Ze Zhong, To bring peace for the State of Song. Moutans are dying at dawn.

PIPE DREAM The faded dream Trembles upon the lake, Its glint cracked and veiled By the fluttering mutters of crake— Moonquake and reawaken, mourning at dawn.

I LOOK AT THE SURGING RADIANCE OF CRESSET FLAME I look at the surging radiance of cresset flame. My fellows are dead, over Yangtze Plain, and, a single, crimson leaf, in my hand.

ALONG THE TAGO'S COAST No matter how far I go along the Tago's coast to reach where your whiteness spreads beneath the gentle breeze.

SOLFÉRINO Pale moon, melted silver Above the smoke of the night poising In an uncanny mien that will not last- And Selene there, far beyond the farthest meadows and groves, Distiller of the splendour, One drop of light from the sky suffusing to soul: Crimson spears, sinking To her eternal mist suddenly.

Black clouds are gone away from the hill. Breeze has piled up beneath the pine. Dusty, narrow road. Departure and grief. Breathe the blaze and drink that wine.

le sang du matin coulait sous le soleil doucement je touche sa bouche ses lèvres rouges et douces se bougent lentement

NOTHING CHANGES don't think you have enough melo- Dynamics-- for this phone call Plz be bopbaloolah In your own concert hall For now I have saved a long forgotten myself For me here, immediately I said YES- to express Not to be bopbaloolah You have no audible range When your vibrating strings originate At the moment your telephone calls Me, 7 in #s : 263 62 59 And Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday And other three- Mediums that sound travels: Air, water and solid Gimme gimme an unheard note Gonna tell you an anectode Goodbye, stay untouched - forever Nothing changes- The fact, if it's a fact Well, then express yourself Don't go in when I go out Don't drift to North when I drift to South Gimme a Y, Y, gimme an E, E, gimme an S, S