A Madman's Ramblings ~ by Eli Weiss

 

A Madman's Ramblings *

~ by Eli Weiss~

 

     "I never understood wind. 

     You know, I know
     windmills very much.
     I have studied it
     better than anybody
     else. It’s very expensive.
     They are made in China
     and Germany mostly.
     —Very few made here, almost none,
     but they are manufactured, tremendous
     —if you are into this—
     tremendous fumes. Gases are
     spewing into the atmosphere. You know
     we have a world
     right?
     So the world
     is tiny
     compared to the universe.
     So tremendous, tremendous
     amount of fumes and everything.
     You talk about
     the carbon footprint
     — fumes are spewing into the air.
     Right? Spewing.
     Whether it’s in China,
     Germany, it’s going into the air.
     It’s our air
     their air
     everything — right?
     A windmill will kill many bald eagles.
     After a certain number
     they make you turn the windmill off.
     That is true.
     —By the way
      they make you turn it off.
     And yet, if you killed one
     they put you in jail.
     That is OK.
     You want to see a bird graveyard?
     You just go.
     Take a look.
     A bird graveyard.
     Go under a windmill someday,
     you’ll see
     more birds
     than you’ve ever seen
     in your life."

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* D. Trump 

12/21/2019

Asheville Poetry Review

    

 

Elsa's Eyes ~ by Louis Aragon

 

Elsa's Eyes
by Louis Aragon (1897-1982)

  Your eyes are so deep that leaning down to drink
    I saw all suns mirrored in them
    All desperate souls hurled deathward from their brink
    Your eyes are so deep my memory is lost there

    In the shadow of birds the ocean roars
    Then suddenly the day clears and your eyes change
    Summer carves the clouds on the angels’ pinafore
    The sky’s never as blue as it is above grain

    In vain the winds pursue the azure’s griefs
    Your eyes are brighter, even through a veil of tears,
    And your eyes make the heavens jealous after a shower:
    Glass is never so blue as it is when it breaks
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Tes yeux sont si profonds qu'en me penchant pour boire
J'ai vu tous les soleils y venir se mirer
S'y jeter à mourir tous les désespérés
Tes yeux sont si profonds que j'y perds la mémoire

À l'ombre des oiseaux c'est l'océan troublé
Puis le beau temps soudain se lève et tes yeux changent
L'été taille la nue au tablier des anges
Le ciel n'est jamais bleu comme il l'est sur les blés

Les vents chassent en vain les chagrins de l'azur
Tes yeux plus clairs que lui lorsqu'une larme y luit
Tes yeux rendent jaloux le ciel d'après la pluie
Le verre n'est jamais si bleu qu'à sa brisure