Here is one of my favourite poems. It is by my good friend, Arsiema Berhane who is not only a very talented poet but also an excellent artist and photographer. Check out her photographs on this site! Nyways here is the poem:


Leaves In The Wind

I'm living
forgetful of the world
by which I'm forgotten.
I'm living in my world
which is full of tall grass
and not so wide
for it's my back yard.

Sitting here listening
to the whistling wind
and seeing the leaves
being carried away
I realise
that one day
Death will come
and carry me away
just like that
like the leaves in the wind.

Here is one of my fav. poems. It is by Mary Oliver. I hope you like it, too

The Sun
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

Celia Celia

When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on.
Adrian Mitchell

He with a new pillow sleeps on the roads