Poems about House

In the Nature of Joy, in the Geometry of Your Snowflake

Poetry and Tears

It seems a ballet of bridal cherry blossom, breezing April’s
photons, my Sweetheart: it seems to snow innocently, rustlingly,
and the chorale of brownish leaves of the secular, imperial
platans resounds, upon the pilgrimaged golden penguins...

Poems by Ion Pachia-Tatomirescu about house

In the cone of light

A poet was musing the dark.
I knew it too. I told my friends,
And implied the words were not mine.
But they only laughed
And pushed my head into the penumbra of light.
"Look, look, they eagerly cried;
His face is like thunder, like...