How are you so smooth-faced
So slender-waisted?
Have you braided the sun's hair
Swept the moon's courtyards clean?
I haven't braided the sun's hair
Or swept the moon's courtyards
I stood outside and watched
Lightning dancing with thunder
Lightning outdanced thunder
By two or three apples
Four oranges.
From the Serbian (trans. Anne Pennington)
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This is a collection of OPPs (other people's poems) posted by me, David McKelvie.
Copyright is often infringed. Please don't sue me - I'm poor.
At the end of each post is a link to a contents page - this lists all the poets featured here. You could also click here for it if you want.
Have a browse and an enjoy.
I also take suggestions for poems to add - please get in touch if you have any! (Remove the spaces from this: deemikay @ gmail.com)
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