(begun)

July 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

Down yellow-green paths bright

Hand in hand,

Beginning.

Though:

No history lasting —

 

Cut quick

Those golden-rosed youth;

Those milky infants too soon bitten.

By some lord frighted, struck —

The two: sundered !

 

He: flailing,

She: dewy spirals, turning

 

Sun-hot new fruit

Still grainy with earth,

Upward curling in parts, now:

Cooling separate.

 

The ruddy-faced boy: with fists stony,

The hazy girl: turning tricks

 

(…)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

What’s this?

You are currently reading (begun) at LV.

meta

%d bloggers like this: