Two Poems

"Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear." - Sappho

We may compare life
to a shoe
or a laundromat
or whatever
nonetheless, we love it
for reasons of our own.
Let us carefully save our true souls
like our best suit of clothes
to keep them spotless for the days of celebration. - Attila Josef


The same water - a different wave.
What matters is that it is a wave.
What matters is that the wave will return.
What matters is that it will always return different.
What matters most of all:
however different the returning wave,
it will always return as a wave of the sea.
What is a wave? Composition and muscle. A poem. - Marina Tsvetaeva