ANNA
ZAPALSKA
FOGGY NOVEMBER
Foggy November-
Days of leafless
longing,
We are still
waiting...
NO SUCH WORDS
No such words
To write you
With earthly
letters,
No such poems...
To describe you--
Your heart, your
soul--
Thy lunar lyrics,
Thou art my art...
My only one
amazing art...
ASSISI
In the hot
sunlight
Time stopped for a
while,
When Past, Present
and Future...
Were absent, away
from this realm,
And that chime
drowned out
All anguish with
unknown bliss,
When warm stones
and streets
Were redolent of
roses-
Haply like those
aromas
Of Saint Rita's
forehead
At that time years
ago...
ANNA ZAPALSKA
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