CAROUSEL POEMS

Campo Di Fiori

In Rome on the Campo di Fiori
Baskets of olives and lemons,
Cobbles spattered with wine
And the wreckage of flowers.
.....

Czeslaw Milosz

Apollo Musagete, Poetry, And The Leader Of The Muses

Nothing is given which is not taken.

Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired,
freely, truly and fully.
.....

Delmore Schwartz

I Think Of You...

I think of you
and I feel the scent of my mother
my mother, the most beautiful of all.

.....

Nazim Hikmet

Love Fool

Rejected,
again!
As I get closer to finding my other half
I fall harder.
.....

Qurasha Rajkumar

Monday In The Courtyard Of The Barracks

The heat sticks closely to the gun and to the hand.
It pricks the eyes. Nothing remained forgotten.
The troops stepped, half drunk, into the fire.
The non-coms stand rigidly in front.
.....

Alfred Lichtenstein

Pegasus Flight

Those directions that lead to the opposite of end,
riding those chosen ways just around the bend.
The deja vu of unsolved issue in mystery,
the rooting out in quest of truth, to please destiny.
.....

Robert Rittel