Poetry...

[Adunis]

Hello to all,

I am not from Ukrain but I like the people
for some reason. I just joined the board and I am interested in poetry.

today I would like to post one of my writings
in here. I am and will be more than happy to read anything written in English or in French , for I don't speak Ukrainean language.

here is the text :

SEARCHING FOR YOU

Driven to you by a painfully
sweet aloneness, I die
many little deaths while
journeying to you.
Every death does neither
bring me closer to you,
nor does it keep me away
from you.

It hurts me so bad that I know
from the start:
the same thing that
can bring us together
is the very thing that
keeps us apart.

Does it really matter?
Does it really matter what
the journey may offer as
long as the horizon is vast?

Since, I believe, you are
somewhere out there,
the horizon becomes
Infinitely vaster and
vaster. I
persist in searching for you.
And the search has become
irresistibly attractive.
Only your charming presence
will measure this fatal attraction.
But your aching absence
enflames my yearnings
and sharpens my expectations.

FOR YOU
I befriend the wind;
I travel everywhere---
I am burning and cold,
all at once.
I am awfully vulnerable
and ecstatically joyful,
all at once.

K. L.

P.S

English is my 2nd foreign language. It is possible for me to make mistakes.

[Lilly]

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[This message has been edited by Lilly (edited 23 March 2000).]

[Adunis]

GONE


I am gone crazy feeling you in me.
You are life.
My mind happily , freely contains you.
Silently, I walk homeward - the memories
we are about to live and share.
You are the reason for what I am irregrettably not : sane.
With what language should I salute
your generosity?
With what stream of thoughts
should I inhale your fusion into the immensity of my longing?

You are a dream within a dream
and I exceed in dreaming you.
How can the one gone unhealably mad
about you stop drifting to you?
I am a falling leaf into your
smiling spring.

One-to-one softly whispered words
are our channel of lovably unforgettable messages.
Are they enough for us?
Are we enough for them?

In my mind you shall be
infinitely loved,
extremely desired,
desperately wanted,
unbelievably free, true, and
totally taken.
You are utterly irresistible.
Which human hope can sustain this bliss,
this self overcoming, this downfall?

What is it that your
stepping into my world
enlivens every dead cell within me?
I am , with you , no longer
a part of life because life
has become part of me.

I am into you because I am nothing like you.
Helplessly driven by what-I-am-not,
I am involuntarily conditioned to you -
like a flower conditioned to the earth but
is nothing like the earth.

Still , I can't live without you.




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[Adunis]

1. If my dreams
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if my dreams were just to
travel to you,
if your dreams were just to
travel to me,┘
and somewhat they happen to
meet somewhere,
how far could i go in loving you?

But my dreams ...
my dreams hold you like God holds His universe,
lullaby you, walk you through my loving / loved garden
and breathe you a gentle breeze.

they take you awake, sleeping, naked , hot , dizzy,
wanting, taking, giving; in all your states- absent or present.
how far could i go in loving you?

you are far, but i can feel
i feel you are near and nearer to me than
my veins.
I just hide you from yourself.

Talking , we bridge ourselves,
without a touch, we exchange our souls,
we sleep in each other's minds.

you smile in grace like an easy childhood,
like a God-sweet uninterrupted dream.
i am so taken by that smile that i feel i reside with it in it.
take me to your side part by part and be my storm of mercy:
the more i am ravaged by you, the more i grow
deeply , highly into your unbearable love.

if i were an orphan comet, would your face be my space?
if a word can't even express itself, how can it express me?
but what would a touch express?

I am lost.

i have been unceasingly searching for myself
everywhere.
i just wish i could migrate a Bedouin through the geography of your
being.

your vision hurts me.
i am possessed by this strangely virgin happiness
that bursts in me because of your dwelling in my mind.
this happiness is so strong, so powerful, so great
that it has become painful to me.

[Phillip]

Great Poems - great topic Yulia.

My friend wrote..

R E V E R I E
in a dream last night I saw your face..you were staring directly at me,
but you never saw
the tear
as it rolled past the curve of my cheek,
graced my lips
like once your name did
but as the tear fell from my chin,
so did your memory.

It was one of hers and it touched me.

[Lilly]

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[This message has been edited by Lilly (edited 23 March 2000).]

[Adunis]

I do find Lilly's " Your steps, born of my silence..." a great poem. I like it.
one more by me :

What else is left for me
To do , or to think before
I can feel I have only you?

Is there anything
true enough to make me
believe you have only me?

-she says:
The only thing left for us
Is us.
We are everything, together.
We are true enough to have only each other.


K.L.