Talking to Erato by Ann Wood
On a blessing day, talk to you-spring veil and poetic rhyme.
Why is this conversation so necessary,
in the midst of this reality is the invisible?
Why I keep looking for the Knight
and I am looking for it among hundreds of thousands of eyes.
Why does my hope not really intrude,
and Moira is still enigmatically silent?
Why I leave this almost girl
even with first wrinkles and gold hair?
That's how Petrarch Beatrice said
and looked after each flock of flocks ....
Why am I waiting all this love hour
why do I look almost confused?
Why I repeat my rhyming name
Why does smoldering not extinguish this fire within me?
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-25 at 11:13
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