Tag: Aad de Gids

  • ‘The Brightest Jewel’ poems by Chris Murray and Aad de Gids

    . The Brightest Jewel   The perfume of rosemary for remembrance.   Little botanic flower baptised in Glas Naíon, the stream of the infants.   I see the pink flower of your hand reaching up to your blind mouth. I breathe your name so you will live.   The stream of the infants.   Cymbidium…

  • ‘L’Heure Bleu’ poems by Aad de Gids and C. Murray

    L’Heure Bleu a dwell in the night a, sigh. a dervish dislodged a textile, sigh it is the night it is a night on earth the hedges prematurely in bloom with almost lightning, flowers so, white and optic so,opioid a scent as some people sit on a bench and conspicuous leaves on the forestrial floor.…

  • trance the ibisworld by Aad de Gids

    trance the ibisworld   fleur de lys not, but hemlock and yet roses red, pink, yellow, ligustrum fully gleaming green, the yellow variant of digitalis, lilies abundant, pink, red and orange in honour of carolyn, the first buds of saponaria, phlox and a wide assortment of herbs   still undecidedly in the nursery, bilobal firstlings,…