Leslie Philibert

Veteran Poet - 1,002 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Helen In Berlin - Poem by Leslie Philibert

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


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 2, 2013


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