Poezie
(Nr.5)The Rite of Spring
...some hot summer day
1 min lectură·
Mediu
I stayed inside the villa
where my friend lived
drinking home-made cola
sheltered from that
incredible afternoon sun
Listening to Igor
Let\'s go back a few weeks,
said Igor
Can you smell the fragrances
of spring?
I could
Behold, said Igor,
the Rite of Spring
on the vast Taiga
where virgins are
sacrificed for the
greater good
of a rich and
satisfying crop
Can you see it?
I could
Then listen!
I heard thunder strike
till the earth rattled
Horses and warriors
clash together
in crescendos
of bloodied
flesh against flesh
And the rain pouring down
in endless streams
washing every good
and bad deed away
When it was over
I had to go out
and let the sun
sting my face
024482
0