Indian Summer Poem by Michael Krüger
Indian Summer
Before we close up the house
the wine has to go down the drain
and the light leave the rooms.
Each word that is still uttered
is subject to approval.
And don't forget the garbage bags.
The friendly mirrors
in the entryway bow
with a sad expression.
And leave the key in the lock.
The arch awaits at the water's edge,
on the bow the dog snaps
at flies with panting tongue.
From now on the swallows will
mow the grass. Don't forget love
either.
on the water we
already see the hills burning.
Translated by Bradley Schmidt
lovely poem, peaceful and sad at the same time as one phase gives way to another! Congrats on being poet of the day!
on the water we already see the hills burning. Congrats on modern poem of the Day.
Lovely poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:38:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Burning! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.