Poezie

I Feel

1 min lectură·9 februarie 2005

Mediu

I feel no remorse

for the way I feel

in this advanced state of pregnancy

to know myself

is the chastisement I reap

from sowing the seed of that tree,

of good and of evil

of which the root was good

of which the fruit was evil

in a world up-side-down

turned like an hour-glass

in the wake of it giving birth prematurely

until I finally arrived

at the age of innocence

when at last

the fruit is digested

to its final consequence

that I begot myself of myself,

no longer a son, nor a bastard,

the by-product of my own creating

ever waking to my senses

ever coming to

my own set of feelings.

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Cristian Rusneac. “I Feel.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/cristian-rusneac/poezie/105448/i-feel

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