I read the poet's souls in the poems, <br />I read the poet's inner world. <br />Pulse beats louder, then duller, <br />And all my doubts are just hurled. <br /> <br />The sadness sometimes a kiss cover, <br />Then suddenly curled at my feet, <br />Giving the whole body a heat, <br />The warmth of a true lover. <br /> <br />Fever passes through nervous points, <br />Chill runs through the whole body, <br />I read the poet's souls in the poems, <br />And feel that the soul is haughty. <br /> <br />I delve into the words and their nature, <br />Understanding destroys the walls, <br />Now I would like to capture <br />The main idea and the poems calls. <br /> <br />I read and my joy is in full swing, <br />My own soul gets the wings, <br />I am ready to fly with the singer, <br />Like me the poet is a swinger. <br /> <br />I am with that one who dared <br />To plunge into the holy spring naked, <br />I am with that one who shared <br />An inspiration and was not faked. <br /> <br />I read the poet's souls in the poems. <br />But do I read the souls of reality or dream? <br />Let's deem that no one here and there lies, <br />And the law of poetry is always precise. <br /> <br /> <br />©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine) <br />The 4th of April,2012<br /><br />Larisa Rzhepishevska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-s-soul/
