The wall stands all alone
Under lamps
Lit by sunlight
Dancing from the shinning mirror
Hanging in the fiery hall.
The window sits upon a sill
Under drapes
That hang as water
Flowing from the silver panes
Frozen in the silent wall.
The tree stands by the castle
Under clouds
That drift as warships
From a past or future day
Sent by great and fearful kings.
Was there a time when you doubted your talent? I think I found it in another poem. Very very good. Love it. H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great word play and subtle inference.