She's a wildflower, let her be,
Don't try to make her into something she's not--
She's quick-tempered, furious and hot,
And stormy and unruly like the sea.
And let the blazing passion in her eyes
Sing poetry within her heart untamed,
That in her movements like a welcome flame
Burns brightly in defiance and never dies.
And if a thousand deaths should rain on me,
I'll feel her gentle presence come alive
Within each breath I take--now brought to life--
Ignited by her spirit bold and free.
© Alexander Shaumyan
About the author:
Alexander Shaumyan was born in Moscow, Russia, in 1962 and immigrated to the US in 1975 at the age of 13. He started out as a painter, but frustration with capitalism and sex deprivation led him to drinking massive amounts of bourbon and writing raving poems about corruption at all levels of American social and political life. His verse has disturbed many an impressionable young poet and outraged god-fearing citizens everywhere. In short, he’s alienated his friends, family, colleagues, and lost all sense of proportionality. Right now he is probably completely shitfaced at some sleazy establishment, thinking of voluptuous American nymphs.
SPIRIT OF REBELLION:
Poetry by Alexander Shaumyan
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