Kristin Dimitrova Poems
|2.||Sometimes it is Not Important Who Sings||10/20/2016|
|3.||Searching for the Answer||10/20/2016|
|4.||Noah, the Carrier||10/20/2016|
|5.||Post Card to our Brothers, the Little Green Men||10/20/2016|
|6.||A Visit to the Clockmaker||10/20/2016|
|8.||My Life in Squares||10/20/2016|
|11.||A Poem about the Father who Ate his Watches||10/20/2016|
|12.||In the Train||10/20/2016|
|13.||The Truth will Make You Free||10/20/2016|
|14.||Passing by the City of Sort||10/20/2016|
|16.||Reading for the Road||6/19/2015|
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Reading for the Road
At his hotel destination he clutched
a glowing glass of cognac among unfamiliar hills
for the time being. The receptionist girl
sucked him in through her thick glasses
and handed him a notepad. Sir,
there is a message for you
from your wife.
Thank you, I haven't got a wife,
but when I find one,
I'll read it.
Noah, the Carrier
Noah told it differently.
To the Jewish delegation he said
after the raven he had sent out a dove -
Lo! she returned with an olive leaf.
The dove is the white herald of joy, pure soul of the innocent
foretokening new life.