Elena Goldenberg

Rookie (Moscow, RF)

Speaking To The Night - Poem by Elena Goldenberg

I've spoken to you through a baby-born night
Through birches and rain-pattered leaves
with clouds so black in the wedding-clad skies
I've bargained a token of dreams.

You seem to be living a life of your own
So much for the childhood abuse
I've seen as if dancing a powerful oak
And laughing the wind, as if strongly amused
I've noticed a woman so languidly looking
At four passers-by with such different sins
My goodness! A changeling, her gaze is so crooked
A cruel, unwomanish, flesh-starving grin.

I've followed your steps through a bleak humankind
Unhindered. I've watched YOU and THEM.
You gave me myself, while I offered you wine
I've loved you since there and then.

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  • (5/6/2011 5:41:00 PM)

    Very nice, Elena! ! ! <>< (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011

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