There are Signs

By on February 3, 2009 in Uncategorized





There Are Signs
 
There are signs that this winter too
a summer wind will germinate like a pain
rising from the beginning.
Below the face that shows on the balcony
the moonlight will reveal
a free fall of eyes and ears.
Over the house the bird passes autumn-like and thoughtful,
along the evening’s meridian.
And all the questions I’ve fought with during a lifetime
will be soot and rubbish, scuffed aside and scattered
by its great wings in flight.
 
Ortsion Bartana.

                                                                           

 




 

About ardverk

Yes, indeed, I am a bio-entity,  where did I go wrong?

I'm not Welsh but I lived in Karmarthen for a wily.  Did that do the trick?

Always wondered why the Indian accent, using English, sounds like the Welsh one.

Someone may enlighten me as to the reason for this, indeed, if their ears are the same as mine.

Never much liked the Welsh.  Heard so many nasty things about them.  Take each person as they come, though, I say.  I drop my aitches a bit, being from 'Ampshire.  The Uppper Classes always turn away when I slip like that.  Some of them come from Wales.  Weems came from Corn'all.   Go figure.

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