Like men in their
gowns of embattlement
spurred to courage
by a questionable
pride,
some rage rules in
waves through him
forth and from;
while I incongruously
laugh,
and try to sketch
the leaves as they fall,
each by one...then two
to gather there, I
abandoned
my post, dropped my
rake to catch the
leaf before it fell
there in my coffee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and try to sketch the leaves as they fall, .....beautiful! I find it very hard to find poetry I like but this one grabbed my attention. This line reminds me of the giant Maple leaves in Michigan and a younger me. Thanks for the line! [][