All sense of poetry is gone
The world is flat dry plain cheerless and meaningless
Poetry is language as life beauty depth feeling
When there is only the dark grey cold lost light
How can there be poetry?
All sense of poetry is gone
And the searching for it
The attempting to somehow bring it to life
By defining it
Is too grey and lost
Poetry is a joy in the beauty of language
And what beauty and what joy is this now
And what Poetry
However I need it to be now?
u r right - a poet can now write and live only in his imaginations of the way he wants the world and nature around us to be - a good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is a joy in the beauty of language...You have rightly observed everything and shared here. Wise poem.10