JOHN UPDIKE
FELLATIO – A POEM
How beautiful to think
that each of these clean secretaries
at night, to please her lover, takes
a fountain into her mouth
and lets her insides, drenched with seed,
flower into her landscapes:
meadows sprinkled with baby's breath,
hoarse twiggy woods, birds dipping, a multitude
of skies containing clouds, plowed earth stinking
of its upturned humus, and small farms each
with a silver silo.
Το ποίημα μάς το έστειλε η εικονιζόμενη κ. Reka Ebergenyi.
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