Vladimir Suchan: Dust of Light, available on Amazon

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Painted Silk of Folding Gaze

 

Gazelles, not yet merged with breath,
hover in air that spells life—
on the cusp of being born, ushered in
by a gaze that has already found

its ringing gleam, eager to paint with light,
balanced and well-trimmed, with no pause
for wayward faults, no dulling notes,
through the pupil, from the iris’ bloom.

And even if nothing is said
in a softly released sound,
the flowing sigh itself already speaks,

assuredly knowing its way with touch,
rendering the game perplexed—
to be received with such eyes!

Wisdom of the Crows (After Bushi)

 

Autumn ushers in its end,
beneath a crow's black crown,
on a bough stripped bare—

Who else can survey
so keenly from within the woods
all that has died or lives?

These ever-alert guards
know always
who moves in, who out.

Dust of Light: A New Collection of Poems Coming

 

Women Don’t Just Walk

 

Women don’t just walk;
their walking is entwining,
and better still
where sea and sun
are teachers of form,

a form rhythm-trimmed,
tuned to cras amet
qui numquam amavit,
quique amavit cras amet—

let the one love tomorrow
who has never loved,
and let the one who has loved
love tomorrow—not less.

To remain silent
would be to sin
against this Muse,

and Apollo himself
would leave me
without a word
in his train.