All I Know
All I know is this: the gibbons kiss my mouth,
the veins are tangled here,
the sea is made of blood.
All I know is this: the hands reaching out,
my eyes are closed, my ears are closed,
the sky rejects my scream.
All I know is this: my nariss drip with dreams,
the hounds hourdes lap us up, the fools laugh out,
the boom-clock ticks out the dead.
All I know is this: my feet are sorrow here,
my words are less than lilies, my words are clotted now:
the gibbons kiss my mouth.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
© Copyright: Ольга Якушкина, 2020
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