It begins like a spring begins.
and it flows, runs, cuts and weaves,
to never end until we do, and we surf,
we sail, we tumble and we babble,
creators and created, leading and led
between uncertain traces and lessons:
all our banked up moments
behind the leading edge of us.
Some dribble little compromises,
some are a storm of contradictions,
of lost illusions, or cataract
of deceptions. He began
without hints, a dandy, and became
a ferocious torrent damned, while King
was carving out a canyon and
"murdered for a dream."
It takes blood and patience and heart
to burst through walls, to flatten laws
calmly, to calmly wash away
the mighty river of many mindless wills,
to roll on cannily,
merging countless streams,
and bind incipient dreams
not imprisoned by time.
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Quote from "Between The Notes"
Lest we forget: Mandela was still on the US terrorist watch list until the summer of 2008.... the implications are staggering... what has become of the land of the free! ! ... The very racists who threw him in jail stood aside eventually and allowed democracy, however imperfect, to override their once vicious prejudices... and America still couldn't let go... It would make a stone weep...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and philosophical with good rendition of words. An insightful poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Jim.