dinsdag 5 maart 2013

Love poem

I wanted to whisper some words by Brel and Montand
into your ear;
But these half-forgotten lines bade me speak
I have been thinking about you for days, for weeks,
I have gathered lots of little
things and lain them on your staircase for you:
apples, flowers, fragrant herbs, earrings of pearl.
Outside in the trees all the little birds
will sing for you.
My gifts are words,
it is me you unpack.