Bags and a beggar
Begin then some begging for bigger own soul.
The time’s leaping faster while you are still dragging,
performing hammed stabbing through each second's wall.
From second-to-second – some spares, some conclusions.
From second to no one – leftovers of flesh.
Imaging – the bag is your final seclusion,
much lighter than wing is your value in cash.
March 19, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
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Агната 05.02.2009 11:33 Заявить о нарушении
Somehow writing in English is like stepping to a different world of my imagination.And it is a lot there to discover. I am just a student of myself.
Are you an interpreter or immigrant or both?
Your written thoughts more English-like that mine.
Юрий Лазирко 05.02.2009 20:18 Заявить о нарушении
It was just a quote of Oscar Wilde's it reminded me of:
"It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done."
I think, imagination is the crucial issue of good poetry.
Am I right supposing that You are thinking English, too?
I am none of the two suggestions of Yours) I was trained to be a teacher of English and German, though at my current work English is not a subject but an application.
Агната 05.02.2009 20:58 Заявить о нарушении
So my thinking process is not yet “there” but wishful and slowly approachable.
Thank you for the “For Good” ‘s comment. Unfortunately, my German could be visualized as a cipher :)
Well, your English is great!
Юрий Лазирко 05.02.2009 21:25 Заявить о нарушении