EZRA E-Book

Jean Harvey

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Modern lyric and prosa, the continuation of Blackboxx from 2018 has already appeared as a pocket book. Modern words about love, longing, fears, losses and dreams. Let yourself be carried away by the words and profound thoughts, one finds a part of itselfs in the texts again. Lyric and prosa that not only disturb your thoughts but also touch your heart Jean Harvey has created a terrific sequel with EZRA.

Leseprobe

Jean Harvey

EZRA

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

1.0 The poem about the night and the ravens

It´s getting dark in the city

the night lamps in the streets are on

and the ravens

the loud ravens come in sharp and sit down

and sing their songs

and speak in their language

which soul they probably met today

the ravens are waiting

and the soul to take with them

and the night light brings the soul

to the place where they all sit

and waiting in the dark of the night

2.0 The melty blood

Nevermore

she lies here,

and nevermore with you

she has not told you anything

you had just stopped her

and held her off

she has fallen asleep

she still tastes the blood on her lips

it´s dripping

when you come home

like every evening

it is an evening

but not as always

she lies there

and melts in her blood

the melty blood

the melty blood

and nevermore with you 

3.0 Raindrops

Raindrops fall around me

down on me and wash away

my dirty thoughts

i close my eyes

open my mouth 

and drink some drops

so that they also reach my inner life

to cleans me of all my dirty moments

in which i already committed suicide

4.0 Between fog and silence

Between fog and silence

they wait 

wait for me

and i´m just moving torwards 

and tear with them

take many live with me

i´m in war

i´m coming and take many with me

innocent and quilty souls

children are crying for their mothers

and mothers for their children

fathers crying for their families

and families for their fathers

i´m the war

come between fog and silence 

even if nobody called me