SPRING SUITE FOR LILITH Poem by Lucebert

introduction:

like babies the poets are not cured
from a lonely seeking back of head
many have rendered love dead
so in the dark its light can be read

in the dark everyone is equally bad
the tenderness pouch is soon drained
with just some poets it can be regained
from pools dredged up lilies can be had

hairdressers butchers bettertalkers
everything that is buried
godforsaken deadnettles just indicate
through your black spots that it's not too late

he who wants to shine must burn
keep on burning if his love is true
so in light her darkness can be borne
on upheld hands for the rabble to view