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Jay Alexander Poems
There Were Horses
And there were horses on That day, And the winds were blowing The birds at play;
Sometimes they would hurl a voice at you And you would try to fix it like a pinned butterfly, You knew it was a muscular game, Which could surprise like a bend in a river.
The waves break like signs Rise and fall, Crash into spraying light, Bright, tight, hold,
Now the vapours start descending, Wishing nature to be taken- Slender turn in me awaken!
They wait perfumed in fresh clothes, The kids, at the top of the stairs. We'll be back by evening, Auntie - says the mother. Come on or we'll miss the corriera!
Maidan Square, Kiev 20.2.14
Maidan Square, Kiev 20.2.14 Beside burning tyres and hellish light, By ramshackle barricades and spilled blood,
Twenty Fifth Street
The wide Sargasso Sea, Casts its shadow; Sir Andrew Aguecheek doing spadework perhaps, A miscellany of brats scattering.
Here the loss; Those visions that were fragments Then, are sparkling now; And these same streets
Like lacquer, Some shift; You believe They'll be there,
Through greatness we devour what we render; These are but rapacious tenants, Waiting wolf-like to savour intimate moments, Mere microseconds flowing through us
As you and I, Look into each other's eyes, What do our eye-beams find, As they penetrate our mind.
I know a girl.........
I know a girl with sea-green eyes, Who's smile reminds me of the sun, Who's lips are rose-buds wet with dew, Who's love reflects the summer skies.
A creamy dazzle from a pearl Enlightens me, as if its weight Is too hard to bear. Thinking is Pursuing, a pale thought, white as parchment
Though we grew up With green We got to know blue and yellow And a sunny black.
Comments about Jay Alexander
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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There Were Horses
And there were horses on
And the winds were blowing
The birds at play;
There was nothing we
The houses stood forlorn,
And the children seemed
There were those that
Those that would stay,
And some would walk in
A heavy way.
That led to thinking,
Of what we may
Or may not do,
And the many paths
Where they lay.
Then those horses began to neigh.
And we saw on
That windswept way,
Of a river flowing
Towards a bay,
Like a falcon's eye,
Observed the fray, ...