Seeing A Women As In A Painting By Berthe Morisot
Ah tes cuisses
as in an hour-glass
(through which all flesh flows)
at the café table now
you are living you are breathing
your bosom stirs
so slightly so lightly
belle plante bell jar
unaware of your self
full
of breath and life
not yet
awakened
I feel your breath so light
across the loud café
dear distant one
the time will come
or will not come
when we shall know
why we live ans why we love
the time will come
or will not come
when you’ll awake
from your deep dream of youth
the time will come or will not come
when we shall know
why all things pass
through the hour-glass
and why we are now here
in the late morning
listening to a juke-box Puccini
and looking away from each other
as if we did not know the musicas if we did not know the melody
Ah tes cuisses
as in an hour-glass
(through which all flesh flows)
at the café table now
you are living you are breathing
your bosom stirs
so slightly so lightly
belle plante bell jar
unaware of your self
full
of breath and life
not yet
awakened
I feel your breath so light
across the loud café
dear distant one
the time will come
or will not come
when we shall know
why we live ans why we love
the time will come
or will not come
when you’ll awake
from your deep dream of youth
the time will come or will not come
when we shall know
why all things pass
through the hour-glass
and why we are now here
in the late morning
listening to a juke-box Puccini
and looking away from each other
as if we did not know the musicas if we did not know the melody
Poema de Lawrence Ferlinghetti para "Tea" de Berthe Morisot, 1882 - Madelot Foundation, Liechtenstein
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