Poem 1980 (1)

 

Obscure

 

This delicate laboratory
of our eyes
in which small doors close
behind lies that darkness
of the head

Eyes need not tell
sight is already a language
its words
like air
unattached.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s