Marieta Maglas Poems

If you were a spring without flowers,
probably then all my trees
would be lethargic.
If you were a wind coiling without leaves,
...

An all-seeing eye of the cosmos opened
within me, having an epistemic sense of
power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped
wet window. It wasn't a blue eye, yet 'twas bluing.
...

This angular house
is flooded with silence and solitude
the blue of his sad face
is a photograph
...

If it is love, and whispers touch the river's wave,
And if it's hope, but the sun's rays can hit your eye,
As well as the diamond tips in ring words engrave,
It's not for you to get your secrets very high,
...

It is funny that
I fall in love with you.
But it is not so funny that
I fall because
...

I'm telling you about Bangladesh, a wonderful country,
Located in the Bay of Bengal, on its northern coast,
Between Brahmaputra and Ganges, a triangular territory
Extending eastward to embrace the Surma River Valley...
...

Chirping birds,
Trembling leaves
In the middle of the darkness
Yearning for something,
...

You will understand the sense of
love, and cold raindrops will fall
down from the eye of the sky.
...

There is something to teach in the desert -
holy words, not simple words. It is about
a few types of thirst. It is about a hot desert
with oases that are threatened by desertification.
...

Holy words to drive off
raised thoughts,
to cut some meanings,
to pour down all the depths,
...