Vladimir Levchev
Photo: Andesine
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
. . . . . . .
For I have but the power to kill,
Without–the power to die—
Emily Dickinson
Like Medusa
I petrify with my fiery eyes
lovers, minutes,
streets, houses and trees.
Like Medusa I turn
the mortal into stone – I turn
love into art – I turn
transient life into eternal death.
Like Medusa I live alone
in a silent room –
a desert of poems – statues
of my missed life.
Like the beautiful priestess Medusa
I am punished with solitude – punished
for being raped
by the god of the sea and earthquake.
Like Мedusa I am punished
to wait for Death –
my kind Cavalier – the only one
I cannot petrify.
Like Мedusa, like Medusa –
damned priestess of Wisdom –
I petrify life with my eyes.
And I wait for my kind Cavalier.
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