Poem of the Day. Vivienne Vermes
di
Redazione Italia, June 16 2016
Redazione Italia, June 16 2016
Sand Woman
She needs no clothes
Her body wears itself
Neked, terracotta,
Her big beauty dances
From dune to dune
Her foot flow rolls
From heel to toe
Slow, rhythmed
To the space between a morning
And an evening star.
She needs no well.
Her body wears itself
Neked, terracotta,
Her big beauty dances
From dune to dune
Her foot flow rolls
From heel to toe
Slow, rhythmed
To the space between a morning
And an evening star.
She needs no well.
Her thirst is her own water
Her legs have no long since
Opened joyful, wide, wide,
Mated with the wide world
And birthed a flood of beings
Tiny, they trembled under scorpion stones
Now they crawl upon the sand
Called to her broad back
To lead them in her way.
She needs no way.
Her walking is her path
From dune to dune
From dance to drought.
Follow, but follow.
Bed down at night
Wound and warm
In her desert hair
At daybreak
Don’t wait for her to smile
She isn’t there
But watch your eyes
Stare, on their first morning
Surprised
By their own
Brilliance.
Vivienne Vermes
