Augusta Mendelsohn

Augusta Mendelsohn Poems

I walk purposefully
As I do most weekends
A mile each way
To buy a book
...

Time is getting more precious
With every passing day
One has to chose carefully
What to worry about.
...

My home is nested
In an urban canyon.
The generous space
Between vertical structures
...

Let's board a boat
Sail down the Danube
From the misty Black Forest
To the delta marshes.
...

Do I hear drums of war?
Or it's just the tedium
Of fighting the summer heat
Sapping my natural defenses
...

At the heart of the benevolent empire
The centers of power
Dot the wide open fields
Blanketed in fresh snow.
...

This New Year
I'm writing a new page on fresh snow.
I hereby promise:
To take a refreshing course
...

I glimpsed an impossibly delicate snowdrop
Impertinent in the midst
Of last year's brown, tired grass.
Is the time running so fast?
...

The Best Poem Of Augusta Mendelsohn

The Bookstore

I walk purposefully
As I do most weekends
A mile each way
To buy a book
Lest that gem of a bookstore
Succumbs to Amazon
And the neighborhood loses its soul.

Other fellow conspirators
Cross my path
And we smile and nod
Content to belong.

Today’s author is young and intent
The complicit audience
Follows her into the story.

My weekly ritual of indecision
Leads to a choice.
Some books open wide new worlds
Some are great fun
Or disappointments.

A familiar aroma of coffee and rich soup
Rises from the downstairs coffeehouse.

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Rodica Iosefson 06 February 2021

Am fost colege la scoala in Bucuresti...(docteurs.godinfree.fr)

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