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On Second thought

Today you are slippery love
yesterday, the resolve of a child
today you are light in the shade
yesterday you were darkness of led
today you are smoke in my laughter
yesterday you were autumn in spring
today you are throb of the temples,
yesterday, the luxation of wings
today you’re the stillness of futures
yesterday you were a memory lost
today you drove death from inside me
yesterday you were good getting worse


Originally published in "Commas and Colons"
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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