The wintry weather in Texas is making me think about the former Soviet Union and our life some years ago. I remember that period as the “best and worst of times.” I wrote the poem below in St. Petersburg.
Category: Poetry
Every Word
Every Word Every word I write, I engrave upon your heart, that you will see the hidden person of me without form of beauty, without benefit of education, without power of possession, without significance of fame. Every word I write, I engrave upon your heart that you will know what I reveal, what I conceal,…
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The Door
The Door I stumble up the stairway to the harbor of your heart. The light within, shining from the window of your eyes, draws me deeper. Breathless and trembling, I tap at the entrance. Will you fling wide the door And sweep me to your heart?
Language to the Poet
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. –W. H. Auden
Rain Today
We are in Florida, stealing away for a few days of respite. It rained today. I love the rain. I posted this poem sometime ago, but am re-posting. I guess it is how I feel today with the rain.
haiku: language to a writer
**************** Language to a writer is rare–each word like cellared, reserved wine. ******************* The writer plummets the river of language for nugget and gemstone.
Train Memory
In the barrenness and cold of winter, I traveled for the first time to Russia. I wrote this poem on a Soviet train as we wound through the Russian woods and farmland from St. Petersburg to Moscow. My first train ride through the former Soviet Union overflowed with the romance of high adventure, set against the winterscape of the…
Old Woolen Red Coverlet
I wrote this poem in St. Petersburg, Russia, after hearing an old Russian soldier play marches on his accordion in the square. On his wool coat, he had pinned dozens of military medals he had won fighting for the ideals of Mother Russia.
haiku: unexpected
Aurora Borealis ******************** Out of the blue, a torrential wave overwhelmed unexpectedly. ********************* So passionate and deep and sweet the love that I flung open my heart. *********************
Bonnie Saul Wilks 