Two Poems by Anna Idelevich

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Early in the morning

Early in the morning jelly smokes over the water,

put semolina and millet in the boiler

and make a dream in the ocean of love.

Your love.

Disheveled my braids,

braids, not just disgrace,

curls of curly house.

Will fall like a beam into a ditch,

will whisper to me, will embrace,

and the line will run.

He will press, he will kiss,

and I’m already a river….

We went out into the night, the jackets were buttoned

We went out into the night, the jackets were buttoned,

lanterns – honey of audience.

And the graffiti was emphasized in black

we don’t need about love conventions.

The stars breathe in fumes, gas

they understand tenacious, different.

And our cars are on the highway

foreshadow the two o’clock.

Lips strewed with grains

and the words are baked sleeplessly.

I don’t need you and the other,

even in the morning, sweet swearing.

Passing high arches

the lanterns above them pour in flames.

Moths on the bumper and in the lamp

so many of our verses will die.

They swallowed from resentment

and watches – trends.

I’m in a beautiful nightmare with you

let them go drunk …

There is no competition when together.

And the bass player of the night is a black song

skeletons people.

You caress my feet in a taxi

in the twilight our madness.

Who will move those lines from you

if I love?

Drunk, drunk month also flogs,

which is not for the weather.

Anna Idelevich is a scientist by profession, Ph.D., MBA, trained in the neuroscience field at Harvard University. She writes poetry for pleasure. Her books and poetry collections include DNA of the Reversed River and Cryptopathos published by the Liberty Publishing House, NY. Anna’s poems were published by Louisville Review and Fleur-de-Lis Press, Weasel Press, In Parenthesis, displayed at The McNay Art Museum, O:J&A, Lucky Jefferson, Hash, Gyroscope review, among others. We hope you will enjoy their melody, new linguistic tone, and a slight tint of an accent.

Image by Pudelek, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

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