Door Of The Grass Poem by Igor Balatsky
Door Of The Grass
without request
she was knocking
the door of the grass
she was crying with rain
to the windows of fire
she wished
she had been a
part of his heaven
but later she learned
that indeed
there were neither doors
nor windows:
just the whispering waves
just the sky full of stars
just the wind that was him
in the solitude of
his freedom
*
from 'Entropy of Love'
Saturday, April 21, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
sometimes neither knock nor request
is needed, because there is no door
and one has been so long-awaited
is needed, because there is no door
and one has been so long-awaited
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