Through the window the still yard.
A cat runs across and disappears through the slender doorway.
What to do on a day like this?
Such emptiness!
Looking out on these dismal rooftops and the wet sky,
One wonders how to interpret the signs:
Wind soughing in the grass,
And water trembling in a bucket.
I agree with Esther Leclerc don't take the votes so seroiusly. To be honest I try to understand the other lines, but it is still good though. 'Wind soughing in the grass, And water trembling in a bucket. ' I like this last line it was very excellent. People always tell me keep on writing and fix some of the errors. I still write and have some errors, but I still fix my errors. I posted my poems and I got 10s and 9.1 because I fix some errors in my poems to make it sound right. You can do it Mr. Ellison I know you can write a great poem.
Wind soughing in the grass, And water trembling in a bucket. ............................................. John, It is a remarkable part... The huge philosophy here lays, and I think from here begins... Here again comes to an end, this poems... Best wishes, Tsira
Like me and Mr. Leclerc said don't pay attention to the votes its just nonsense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John, don't take to heart the low votes (all that is nonsense anyway) and lack of readership. It doesn't mean anything (tell you why later) . This poem is stark but not so bare as all that; I think it's wonderful. The final two lines reflect the moment, the feeling perfectly... Esther