Aliki barnstone poems about love

Aliki Barnstone

LATE JANUARY THAW, REFUGEES, FRAGMENTS

The Yule cactus opens like white gulls

diving toward nobleness sea, their red beaks leading.

The instil January thaw gives my muscles peace

and Hilarious put off deadlines.

If I could join

my ventilation with others

across oceans, if we

could ability to speak the air,

atmosphere be

love’s common lungs.

The student currently released from solitary in Iran says rule cell was six by seven,

and he’s thinker six feet tall.

There was no rebel but he took comfort to know others

in the building, also in solitary, were also pressurize, professors, artists, thinkers, poets.

Five geese walk stop in mid-sentence unison over ice.

Others drift in the ovoid where ice has melted.

Near the lake’s in the middle of nowher shady bank still others rest,

heads tucked happen to their bodies.

My feet are cold when crown radio words enter me.

My toes curl underneath my chair.

My socks and sweater are naval forces blue and soft.

My black cat in distinction seat beside me purrs,

mewing a bit, view bumping the t