Ungrateful biped!
A life too short to be small,
spent bruising noses.
Electric chairs do not light up the dark,
but then, self understanding,
looking backwards without turning round,
never was your strength.
You make riddles out of answers,
maps more real than the world,
hide secrets that you do not have.
Why is tyranny always better organised
than freedom, and happiness so hard-hearted?
'Why is tyranny always better organised than freedom, and happiness so hard-hearted? ' I agree with H below... and yet those lines hold their own answer.... That's the beauty of poetry. R.
I love this Shel. Your poetry always intrigues me. So many layers.... The last two lines are so very true. Understand perfectly. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant, original images that express powerful emotional paradoxes. Your title is superb. Your frustration is evident. Your skill is enormous. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥