A swarm of stars stirred plummeting
Beneath the ebony high tides
And August air was trembling
With carnal heat and vernal pride
The field still singed with verdant whiff
In sheaths of tangled wild swards
We sat listening to bladed glyph's
To the green churches of crickets' chorus
And summers thirsty humid paws
Kept our desires from hesitation
in a bed of grass, the earth threw applauds
Under a blanket of constellations
And the night slipped out the milky way
Melting us in rhapsody from these bars of clay
Wild imagination, rich expressions, in a well written piece. Nice to read your words after a long gap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of the surrealistic genre where irrational images are blended together. For me it is always difficult to explicate such poems! Images like 'summer's thirsty humid paws' 'ebony high tides', 'carnal heat', 'bars of clay'..... all very powerful and suggestive images! I would love if the poet could explain what all he has meant! All I know is that only a poet of calibre can write such a poem!