I read the poets souls in the poems,

I read the poets inner world.

Pulse beats louder, then duller,

And all my doubts are just hurled.

 

The sadness sometimes a kiss cover,

Then suddenly curled at my feet,

Giving the whole body a heat,

The warmth of a true lover.

 

Fever passes through my nervous points,

Chill runs through the whole body,

I read the poets souls in the poems,

And feel that this soul is haughty.

 

I delve into the words and their nature,

Understanding destroys the walls,

Now I would like to capture

The main idea and the poems calls.

 

I read and my joy is in full swing,

My own soul gets the wings,

I am ready to fly with the singer,

Like me the poet is a swinger.

 

I am with that one who dared

To plunge into the holy spring naked,

I am with that one who shared

An inspiration and was not faked.

 

I read the poets souls in the poems.

But do I read the souls of reality or dream?

Let’s deem that no one here and there lies,

And the law of poetry is always precise.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 4^th of April, 2012