Such insignificance: a glance
at your record on the doctor's desk
or a letter not meant for you.
How could you have known? It's not true
that your life passes before you
in rapid motion, but your watch
suddenly ticks like an amplified heart,
the hands freezing against a white
that is a judgment. Otherwise nothing.
The face in the mirror is still yours.
Two men pass on the sidewalk
and do not stare at your window.
Your room is silent, the plants
locked inside their mysterious lives
as always. The queen-of-the-night
refuses to bloom, does not accept
your definition. It makes no sense,
your scanning the street for a traffic snarl,
a new crack in the pavement,
a flag at half-mast -- signs
of some disturbance in the world
because your friend, the morning sun,
has turned its dark side toward you.
There is a dark side of life. Without the struggle, there is no transformation and joy of the return to the sun
LISEL MUELLER, I wish that you had seen life better or at least or from a more favoritable slant, as your words tell me your capable of a great deal of natural warmth. Robert Burns, Portland, Oregon
Se la vi. Thanks for the warning, This poem really makes you think
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep and introspective write. Love the poems that make you stop and ponder. This is a great one!