NAMELESS
S T E F A N I A D A N I L O VA
Now I speak on behalf of my sorrow
From the height of my empty plinth.
Each of my days is thorough
search
of an answer for
"Please!
Stay then with me for a moment.
For a cup of love,
coffee
or tea".
I really HAVE NEVER moaned
'cause my age is eternal springteen.
Who knows how many thousands
of days
I'd be left behind?
Where is my heart's South End?
Why we play hide-and-seek,
seek-and-hide?
No, I don't fall in love!
I love fall,
this American kind of an autumn.
Just imagine, I've got rid of all
what I have to, what I have got to.
I pluck up all my courage to pass
this irreverent verse
In your fingers.
I forget and forgive people from past
when we are only transparent figures neither speech
nor even a touch.
Only stare which longs for a season.
Here's the last what I will attach:
Seize the sun with me.
Don't try to cease me.
SPECIAL
ATHWART
READING
Read the poem unmindful
of red and black dots