Harthman Carpio Munteanu Poems

I knew her for a little ghost
That in my soul have walked;
The walls were high - higher than most,
And the big gate was locked.
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Too much I feel, too much I see,
Some babies crying by that tree,
With muddy hands and blooded skin
Too much the pain they take within…
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My precious one, to me so dearest, I so my love guide toward you
No ways I find to break the mist from which I say these words so true;
And even though I may seem shallow and poor in treasures of the mind,
I came here now and did I follow this ray of light that helped when blind...
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I must confess to you my dearest
Bowing my head before your beauty,
Within the sight of your perfection
Nothing will ever stand up straight
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I just watched you walking through that
pointless door
And your shadow seemed to be
scratching my floor
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Am I close enough for...
you?
Close enough to...
let me love you?
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And even though I looked at you
And past my hand upon your face
I never thought I could receive
This harsh from you and haste
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I tried to see -of all the things I...
longed to understand of you,
And my mistake was to absorb just in the way you wanted to-
The answers to the question “Why? ”,
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Her mood

Sometimes,
when she comes,
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I wish I’d be a stone
That you could sit upon;
I wish I’d be the air
run-passing through your hair;
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