RIMBAUD'S TIME AWAY
Snow kisses
even in the desert
alphabet of words
on your foreign tongue
the sun consumes you
by a ripened earth
a revolver
by blank pages
an exile
as all oppressed
with inquisitive
olives
overlooking
pictures
and long prayers
of the departed.
Snow kisses
even in the desert
alphabet of words
on your foreign tongue
the sun consumes you
by a ripened earth
a revolver
by blank pages
an exile
as all oppressed
with inquisitive
olives
overlooking
pictures
and long prayers
of the departed.
- B.Z. Niditch 2011
B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.
His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review,; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others.
He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.
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