Treasure Island

Leslie Philibert

(6th March 1954 / London, England)

Helen In Berlin


the shining one, sarana, Eva
sister of the moon, April`s burning,
pumps sing in the earth, lights morse

as all men shudder, one will lift his sword,
you have fallen in a river, a flat stone
your eyes curtained by smoke,
your face a shell; a city in thunder

the Furies will hang you;
a burning tree falling without remorse,
let all be filled with joy;
you will be black for Paris

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 02, 2013

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