A Collection of Poems

Hear, the moon weeps, young and yellow. Listen to me, darling, the last time. I will die, so when you want me, do not shout my name on the s...

A tiny sun With yellow tobacco hair Is burning out in the ashtray

Oh very well done indeed, Death, what an achievement, to bring down such a fortress!

"Among the purple feathers Constance cuts an arresting figure." As simple as that. I repeat.

We are independent women. We breathe asthmatically while waiting for new love. We pop pills of unfulfilled promises. We drown in murky dream...

The wall. The wall unbuilt. The wall built. The wall added. The wall ruined.

From that side there is Nothing. It intrigued me, Nothing pursued me, that’s why I jumped over the Wall.

Now we are carefree, light and tender. We just think: how quiet are the snowy peaks of the Urals.

He left behind his words Lovelier than the world No one dares look at them

A thunder stricken shrub on a grey hill it rests, Like a dark almighty giant. And grassy ribbon dense, Twists around his shape. And playfu...

We praise thee, O God, we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.

Your gardens are hidden beyond the eclipse, There worlds lie behind the clouds, Springs, summers in one and the same, Kiss by coldness of...

We raise our arms The street climbs into the sky We lower our eyes The roofs go down into the earth

The more I read the more books resemble little zebras their spines bend under the thumb anticipating the riders they won't buck off...

The sun setting children shouting beneath the window games in cold weather

Once upon a time there was a mistake So silly so small That no one would even have noticed it

The little box which contains the world Fell in love with herself And conceived Still another little box

The little box gets her first teeth And her little length Little width little emptiness And all the rest she has