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Listening to November

  
Fall, fall on things,
plummet and fight 
to the death 
with matter

lie still to hear
the withering smoke
the friction of water

listen, acquire
the anguish of waves,
the hunger of flowers

get up and create
the world as another

Feelings cluster 
and swarm
around

magnificent. 


Originally published in "P-oint Magazine" 
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  • Home
  • Poetry
    • Days of Red
    • A Veteran
    • Why are they laughing
    • A drink with Tom about old masters and young mistresses
    • Antwerp Scene
    • Suddenly, early
    • Metonymy
    • The Sauntering Step
    • On Second Thought
    • Listening to November
    • Apprenticeship
  • Poetry in Translation
    • Nichita Stanescu >
      • To bend light
      • Song
      • Old song for new moon
      • Sad Love Song
      • Love, young lioness
      • *** (to Laura)
      • Through the orange tunnel
    • Mircea Cartarescu >
      • When You Need Love
      • The Collision
      • Adieu! In Buharest
      • The West
  • Articles
  • Biography
  • Contact