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I Want to Change the World | Dorian Dyler

February 9, 2018

      

I’ve known ice-cold instants even at the gates of the Sun!!
I’ve seen coarse hearts even before the rose-tinted window of the Moon!!.
Past the end of the last meeting a poet was leaving fiddling with a pen
and I’ve had fears that I have then brutally removed
indescribable sensations from the sleepy night and I fooled them all!!.
Time’s custodians protected the love paralysed by hate’s mobile cravings!!
desires at odds with the innocence that knows all about man’s history!!
and I no longer know what to look for or even where to go!!
I’ve taken planes that tucked up the covers of everything I didn’t have!!
I’ve taken ships that reached out to all my faults!!
and I have poems forgotten in jotters scattered among the pools of all the commandments!!
and I have poems dying in love stories whose names I can hardly remember!!
and I have poems torn in bookshops where my breath hasn’t passed for years!!
and I have poems confused in old school books that I haven’t opened anymore!!
and I have poems scattered in youthful innocence that wouldn’t be able to recognise me!!
and I have poems rent in stupendous dreams that I haven’t managed to make true!!
and I have poems abandoned on the arms of winds that I’ve never climbed up to!!
I’ve written so much that I’ll take the smell of ink with me to the afterworld
I’m here to tear up the canvases of these cursed powers!!
I’m here for the funeral of he who sends a boy to die just because he has a uniform!!
just..because he signed.
Every epoch is just a sleepy face on the most comfortable pillow
every era is a betrayal that takes place before the souls that have already gone
and before those about to arrive
and I want to change the world!!
I want the scent of the shroud that throws the planets onto the grass as if they were marbles!!
I want the sacred lantern that discovers what time darkness looks itself in the mirror!!
I’ll be the subversive hatching of the most noble revolution !!.
but human!!
Human!!
I’m still human!!
circumscribed expression of a sweet conception
impetuously coming at a boy that ran after the ball on the field and verses in the air!!.
I want to walk on the grass, I want to run with the wind and be like it,
I want to see the face of the moon’s house cleaner and ask for her autograph!!.
I’ll disavow the world and avow myself
the rest is poetry set to remain
like a ray of Sun,
on the morning of feast!!.

Authors : Dorian Dyler 


Indian Literature and Poetry | Read the works of Dorian Dyler , a poet from Italy on Indian Review.

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Categories: Poems Tags: Change the World, Italy

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