Mikael Ejdemyr

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A Poem For The Republic Of Užupis And Her Angel - Poem by Mikael Ejdemyr

A hand begins to talk
a composer's hand
searching for the tit
up a narrow staircase of music full of go

This soft piece of a wet-nurse
hangs heavily nutritious down in the morning darkness
all faithful fans drawn towards it with force
this yellow sorcery milk of music

Blow horn long morning
a long horn's morning wind
easy tones of air for wings to beat

I put on my own music / I become music of mine

my brow is a warming loudspeaker for the music to well out of

a friendly touching bass

Topic(s) of this poem: music

Comments about A Poem For The Republic Of Užupis And Her Angel by Mikael Ejdemyr

  • (2/14/2010 3:09:00 AM)

    Hi, Mikael, it's a beautiful poem, also holds the reader in a cosy microclimate..10..
    Best wishes,
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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2016

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