One glance and I had lost her in the riot
Of tangled cries.
She trod the clamor with a cloistral quiet
Deep in her eyes
As though she heard the muted music only
That silence makes
Among dim mountain summits and on lonely
Deserted lakes.
There is some broken song her heart remembers
From long ago,
Some love lies buried deep, some passion's embers
Smothered in snow,
Far voices of a joy that sought and missed her
Fail now, and cease . . .
And this has given the deep eyes of God's sister
Their dreadful peace.
nice poem, like the part, some passions embers smothered in snow..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fine poem, with religious imagery blending the old and the modern. The poet clearly has the descriptive abilities that would serve well in fiction also.