Dorit Tweig Poems

I take a short break and dedicate it to smoking,
clouds overhead are gazing at me, mocking
I blow another ring; I'm a slave who's but a king
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Shyness is an aquarium,
In which I foster a failure of reaching out
to someone.
Someone who already dips in the ocean that
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We stare at her book-shelf
and pick a book that
holds a thrill.
I read her a random line
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Poetry is a plough
That penetrates the rocky ground
of perception,
Plows fresh paths
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