Yew Sun
Yew sun! In my dreams, like only a few.
maybe two... But yew will have a place
to be respected in a plain barren, a dew
dropp will dropp and stop me in her embrace.
Sun amidst soiled fingers, dried, ecstatic
like a sarcastic notion of drought, slow
redeem of moist mostly of time elastic
on these primeval criteria of torment glow.
Remembrances of wind's caress fair
of strives in a mandragora field treen
Yew will recall of my lives passing there
an open box of dreams that trace green.
Dry lands will always adore me, a sense lost
trace, a kind lace... My adamant waste
to a yew sun barren face, thorny crowns most
will crown thorns inspire a poets taste?
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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