I Awake Too Sleep Poem by James McLain
I Awake Too Sleep
Asleep I wake, between the stones.
I hear a windows, silent sneeze.
Deep inside the woods, I hide tonight.
Long shadows, of that tree, it whispers out.
Each limb moves leaves, I live apart.
Soft moon it wanes between the moss.
The kiss of rain, each blade of grass,
drips softly down the middle of each pass.
Sleep so quite, It knows, my need I change.
While I sleep, she comes and drinks again.
Nice style in here, words cool to the touch, like moon stones of mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 1:10:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice descriptive poem about the nature, belonging to surrealism.The poet describes the nature by generating a surreal space in which he needs to hide, Herbert Read: 'Art never has been an attempt to grasp reality as a whole— that is beyond our human capacity; it was never even an attempt to represent the totality of appearances; but rather it has been the piecemeal recognition and patient fixation of what is sig- nificant in human experience.' In order to understand what a human being is, we need to understand the relationship between the personal essence and the formless dimensions. The human being cannot be completely comprehended without appreciating his place in the scheme of things. Therefore human relationship with the nature is indestructible. The visionary surrealism explains more accurately the relationship between the human beings and the surrounding space. Excellent poem 10+++++++++++