Damsel-Fly Poem by Petr Borkovec

Damsel-Fly



The tail of the damsel-fly
blown up a bit with blue.
She taps, as she would
a murder weapon.
But it's OK. Three blues, belts, gleam.
My lover passed away
(a little fat, he always sank the boat),
though I don't like boys
and no-one's died on me.

Translated into English by Justin Quinn

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Dutendra Chamling 09 October 2016

It's a wonderful poem, indeed. Thanks for sharing.

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