(29 May 1892 – 25 October 1938 / Capriasca)

Lighthouse In The Night

The sky a black sphere,
the sea a black disk.

The lighthouse opens
its solar fan on the coast.

Spinning endlessly at night,
whom is it searching for

when the mortal heart
looks for me in the chest?

Look at the black rock
where it is nailed down.

A crow digs endlessly
but no longer bleeds.

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Comments (4)

The centerpiece of this lovely poem turns out to be a dead heart, carrion for the crows and vultures of the world. She really didn't repose much confidence in love between man and woman. The woman's heart was goiung to be flayed everytime
Inspiring poem, nicely thought and written.
Enigmatic write in a lovely verse form. Thanks for sharing.
could it be possible that human cease to feel love? maybe she does