Beyond the province of the mind
branches twist and forever clutch
thin grey witch tresses we seek and find
Dry leaves to crumble-with the crumbling shrouds -
and under the tree roots still mud brown
hidden places too- where their gods went down
There in the rivers flowing
dim in the light a strange knowing
some thread that answers to waters going
and the tangled ghosts in the winds blowing
Isabelle, you provide some strong imagery in this piece and though it has a somber mood it is quiet enchanting. Thanks for a poem I enjoyed reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beyond the province of the mind branches twist and forever clutch thin grey witch tresses we seek and find philosophical and a sense of mystery you convey..... thank you very much. tony