Will Bill
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You've got a great fan of yours in me. I love all your poems. I may not have commented on a few of them but that's my fault because I didn't understand them. Love the way you write. Please never stop writing.
Please delet my poem, I Did Not Take My Children There, from your list poems. I submitted it and it was erroneously added to your poems. Thanks, Elke Nigro
a poet with potential in their pocket. strong in opinion and voice with objective in mind. try some free verse too
Wow, I really love your sadistic man poem. Your really good. :)
you're very good. I hope you keep it up, and don't be discouraged... I'm surprised i'm the first to comment about you.. you're a real talent.
translated by Will Kirkland
The moon came into the forge
in her bustle of flowering nard.
The little boy stares at her, stares.
The boy is staring hard.
In the shaken air
the moon moves her amrs,
and shows lubricious and pure,
her breasts of hard tin.
"Moon, moon, moon, run!
If the gypsies come,
they will use your heart
to make white necklaces and rings."
"Let me dance, my little one.
When the gypsies come,
they'll find you on the anvil
with your lively eyes closed tight.
"Moon, moon, moon, run!
I can feelheir horses come."
"Let me be, my little one,
don't step on me, all starched and white!"
Closer comes the the horseman,
drumming on the plain.
The boy is in the forge;
his eyes are closed.
Through the olive grove
come the gypsies, dream and bronze,
their heads held high,
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3/3/2026 2:49:15 AM # 1.0.0
you're very good. I hope you keep it up, and don't be discouraged... I'm surprised i'm the first to comment about you.. you're a real talent.