Pining
Opportunity on opportunity
Lost
I'm grieving.
My heart is rending
In all this pining.
I
That am the Statue of Sadness
Ridiculous puppet of lost
Chances and sadness.
Yet
In my pining
There's a little underlining
Lose all:
The chains fall
Amidst the peaks of sadness
A green vale
At last
Of joy, but subdued
Subdued joy sinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem