Boris Amar Poems
|1.||I Grow Tired...||10/3/2004|
|4.||Mirror Of Selves||10/3/2004|
|6.||The Hunter's Delight||10/3/2004|
|8.||Of Light And Sound||10/3/2004|
Comments about Boris Amar
I wanted for us to have a house,
atop a hill on a mountain side.
I wanted the river, running untamed in its roaring majesty,
a splendid cascade of liquid ramifications.
At night, we would contemplate the fragrant
stars until the closest one would reverberate.
But you were gone before the dream house,
made of quality ethereal wood, was in place.
I kept building it with the designs
left behind by an architect of horizons,
what a dream it would be that house.
How much I would have loved for you to see it, to smell it, to taste the fireplace.
As I dreamt...