Aged Hydrant YUSUF KIDWAI
BY LUIGI DI GENNARO
All the poets are dead, And every lover is no more; So too the words that quills once writ and too the words they bore. And math and machines and technology have invaded sombre heads; And now the feathers are put to flames The books are no more read.
Where is romantic mystery That found the lips their kiss, inspired by devotion From the woman one man missed? Where is that careless curiosity that bloomed that doomĂ¨d Poison Tree? Where are the nothings diction smoothed on pristine papel sheets; Sweet nothings to make two gorgeous lovers shine their ivory feet. Where are the words no longer read? Who decided to leave the poets dead?
Volume 10 Issue 1 Summer 2010