Visions Poem by Donatien Moisdon
Visions
In echoing metallic emptiness
of international air terminals
I often saw her, hurrying,
incredibly pretty, impossible
for me, or sitting, exhausted,
or jumping up and down, calling for a taxi.
I saw her in the crowds of universities,
cool and composed in dishevelled societies.
I saw her running a dreamy finger
on library shelves and worn-out covers.
Friday, April 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: vision
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Donatien Moisdon
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 4:09:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
