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Desperate
Time to draw heads
and hands on pigeons,
to kill somebody for a fan
or join with me in my patent
to improve the night?
Poemas sobre el tema: fan
Poemas sobre el tema «fan» en Poets.by.
Her Weapons Are a Smile and a Little Fan
Her weapons are a smile and a little fan.
Sayonara, sayonara .
Her bent neck like that of a stork
Seeking a jewel of heart in the ground !
Her wisdom is folded sweet in her bosom.
Sayonara, sayonara . . .
Her flapping robe like a cloud
That follows a lyric of butterfly !
Her song is on her tips of naked feet.
Sayonara, sayonara . . .
Beat of her wooden clogs
Playing the unseen strings of love !
Infanta Marina
Her terrace was the sand
And the palms and the twilight.
She made of the motions of her wrist
The grandiose gestures
Of her thought.
The rumpling of the plumes
Of this creature of the evening
Came to be sleights of sails
Over the sea.
And thus she roamed
In the roamings of her fan,
Partaking of the sea,
And of the evening,
As they flowed around
And uttered their subsiding sound.
Minna XXI
Your body is a closed fan
Holding long brush-strokes of glowing repose.
Your words clumsily unloosen the fan
And it dips to the rustling birth of forgotten doubts.
Your soul bears the fan lightly in his hand
And waves to the mirror his blind eyes cannot touch.