Belart Muroc Poems

Sorrows clash
in white roses;
in nocturnal obscurity
water flows noisily,
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Grief will invade your dreams.
Listen to the ocean
for all that you would see.
Remember blue fields
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Had this tree but one lonely branch
That leaning over just reached out
For the thoughts of those who love….
We surely would have come to love to taste its fruit
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A feeling of nearness to suffering
In our hearts
While we reduce the dimensions
Of the essence of light
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Friend, you’re not the guilty one
The guilty ones are the evenings
See how they drag you down into this obscurity...
Trouble not yourself
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His mother:
'You are my flower' she said.
It is from Yozgat
that he came to France.
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One does not sell
broken pottery,
look for profitable business.
A hump on her back
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You live in your own inner city, which you bought in a
silent auction.
You were again unable to cancel your debts.
Under your blackening eyelids you try to feel certain
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Obstacles before you
detours behind
in the name of nothing at all.
Coming and going for 20 years
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There was a time
we searched for love and beauty.
We no longer have that passion.
We no longer think
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