Eli Spivakovsky Poems

Soft as the bells of Liszt
was that kiss
rising from an ice-field
little bells dripping
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Darling, you're a troubadour-conquistador,
a colonising poet,
the shores of elegance call to your smallest bone -
your 'anvil' resting on the 'oval window' in your ear -
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There will be a thousand years of peace or so much more once we are done with
this aeon:
There is a mixed purity of God around everything and we call it ‘space'.
Like spaces between atoms and the small particles,
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Dew-studded morning of the evening with you
violet-azure skies
rose-pearl, sweet apricot sun. There is candy dust on your lips.
I wait for the after-glow, your pupils rush and return.
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Patterns of snows spiral together and depart and then collapse
o blizzard of bliss take me with you
o as if multi-coloured crystals *
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What if a Hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon
fully formed
and clinging
to a vanilla plant
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The stock market crashed on your head
in the 11th floor in the 1th rom where predictions are made
Butterflies only venture so far from the ground so who can justify a skyscraper?
And in the 11th room I've got a fever that comes from biting down on the themometer
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You felt like jeweler's felt
I captured you and made myself your bounty
I fed you apple seeds and made you my orchard
I crowned you and you grew a crown of holy letters
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I found it in my bag,
rolled up with a pink ribbon tied around it
as if it were a gift.
There, in my hotel room
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