Thursday, July 28, 2011

Exiled Dreams


               
                       Anointed by your sweat,  brackish and sweet by turn

                        a mantle against  the exile of waking.

                       Weaving nightly chimeras  into shimmering tropics,

                        retracing terrain  by yearning made familiar.

                        It is thus I dream you.

                       Seeking, seeking the unnamable.

                       The tenuous mooring of memory

                       all that remains to bind us.

                        Forsworn the small  comforts  and domesticities,

                        and  forbear words for the knowing you exist
                        
                        in that silence.




                                                                                                                                           Antonia Baranov

9 comments:

  1. This is beautiful. I was breathless as I read it and then felt at peace. Lovely!

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  2. oh this is very beautiful antonia..thanks for pointing me there..

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  3. Beautiful writing, Antonia...love this :)

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  4. "seeking, seeking the unnamable" - oh, how I love this. Thank you for bringing me here to read your words, to find some feelings described in your words.

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  5. Yes, this is fine:) Perhaps we should put together an anthology of Odyssean (or Penelopean) poetry :)

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  6. This is deliciously opaque--probably why I like it ;) xx

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  7. For me it's so cleas as in dream s my reality.

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