She came to the class of theoretical physics
And sat by a tall white pillar never alone
An angel watching from an angle the board of elongated equations with no lyrics
I sat few rows behind her carved with stone
And once, but once she turned lifting her eyes
And suddenly, sweetly, strangely blushed
To find they were met by my own
And suddenly, sweetly strangely my heart beat stronger
My blood throbbed thicker until I heard no longer
The Thermo dynamic transformations laws
I was long gone under a pensive dream, coiled under an utterly estranged show
The bell's ring pealed up the vaulted hall
What untimely abrupt call
I stood up on my feet stunned like a child
Would she remember the passionate dual of our eyes' meet
Ah well, very well, I might have been beguiled
By some coquettish deceit
Yet if she were not a cheat
If she were all that she seemed
And her smile had all that I dreamed
Then the world were not so shakily bitter
And her gracious smile would have sunk on me so much sweeter
What vile winds had scudded away the war
Of roses and daisies at her garden door
As she fled fast through sun and shade
The happy pine trees winds upon her played
Blowing the ringlet from the braid
She looked so lovely as she swayed
I stood watching her a man in his pride
Or a puppet on a string
The rein with dainty finger-tips
A man who would give all other bliss
And all his worldly worthy for this
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips
Sweet, how sweet was the wordless greeting of her eyes,
And yet how sweet was the voice in her social greeting,
When afternoon physics lectures due, the stolen glances subtle goodbyes
Faded away, into my memory were retreating.
How I longed and pleaded with my fate,
To have the earnest kiss on her brow,
I crave to find that holy secret gate
Guidance to where the grass was fresh and furrows were new to plough.
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I would like to translate this poem
a narrative poem...hmmm....very well written with full of emotions, poetic sense and rhythm. it gives the readers a complete image when d poet falls in love with d girl in a class nd how his heart breaks after the class. this stanza rockz...literally...! ! ! ! 'I stood watching her a man in his pride Or a puppet on a string The rein with dainty finger-tips A man who would give all other bliss And all his worldly worthy for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips ' u can make some corrections 4th line it'll be 'stones' 5th line 'only once' instead of 'but once' or correct it accordingly. anyways this poem deserves 10 on 10. njoyed reading it. :)