Into this quiet room; with sweet relief
the sense of oneness with oneself returns;
the glorious, restless world no longer thief
through thought, of all that for that oneness yearns;
and now, in peace, outside the window shine
all life's specifics; all its passing show,
now from this peace, seen as a play divine;
all restlessness now gone; time, ever now;
and in this heavenly peace, the heart's laid bare
in all its nature, born from heaven above:
a nature that with all its all may share;
since in reality, that heart is love.
O that self-education thus might bring
to all who thirst, love's ceaseless single spring.
Your sonnets seem to have given birth to themselves effortlessly which is the mark of all great art!
Another great poem, you're on a roll this morning! My 'quiet room' is my front porch. Everyone needs that escape. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has inspired me to write of my 'heaven overlooking the Nile'. Hope you approve. GS