And Before The Night... Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
And Before The Night...
on roofs rows of aerials
nowhere one can see birds
it is a place of the foggy dimness
of the day
going down into the evening
small wet windows steamed up
and big shining eyes of the child
smeared with finger
tears are tasting
mixed with drops on the pane
the small town
is struggling with sleepness
still two strikes to the midnight
living will begin
buried by day
filth, acquaintances struck up
by a rubbish tip
similar hunger and desires
the straight love
as short as the life
Real picture of the sad small town, sleepy, holding everyone which here live and live differently. Everyone, up to the standards, of one's possibilities. In some cases, it is living from the day, of the bottom day, without the chance of the betters. Short material poem, very well written. The economy of words and a esthetics, are raising the value of the poem, additionally. Very much I like it.(10v) Gretings. MariaBarbaraKorynt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:04:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You paint poems very well...fine use of imagery bring the piece to life...well penned 10