Kurt Ravidas Poet Haibun

The Tragedy of Poet and Poetry

Oh, how sweet you are, Russian poetry! How unapproachable! Let the poet up to your balcony while no one's looking. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, that…* But why don’t you send your nurse for a rope ladder? Why do I see doubt in your eyes? I swear, I’m not going to tease your bear, drink your vodka, play balalaika and shoot Kalashnikov. And even if they say that love is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous** - I'll be gentle, delicate and quiet: Russian poets don’t pick kisses by force.

you won’t then maybe 
your english speaking sister
will take poet in

*The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II
**The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene IV

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Sand Blown July 9, 2019 at 5:21 PM an english teacher in high school made oldt 'william' into a lifetime icon...we never really learned anything else so close to 'pure'...holyfrig man : /

Nette Onclaud July 9, 2019 at 5:16 PM a gritty write, kurt!..all the best.. huggs Kurt Ravidas July 10, 2019 at 6:57 PM Thank you, Nett. Rays of love)