It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my thoughts.
I go to meet it at the
Edge of my consciousness
Note: This poem is dedicated to Gary Snyder whose poem is the source.
Poetry at the edge of consciousness.............I enjoyed those lines...........Poetry touching as so softly like a small child's gentle and fragile hand aching to touch us to take it from the bed into our arms................YOur poems are very impressive and very nice..........
In my case, I the muse sees me coming and runs away. Nice write.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive piece of poetry, such emotion 10