This day. this night, the thought nought, dilly dally
The life that coats a lot of pain on pleasure
And pleasure on pain has shades, subtle, wide.
This song ‘ong’ shall long linger in my eyes
Me thinks its time to wipe my tears and smile
At everything dark and light, this subtle while.
All alone the pregnant earth lives a rotary life
What a pity, the wine that was brewed of molten things
Have all been drunk – the green did smell strangely yesterday..
very amazing my friend. Just the kind of thinker I like to read. I'm new to this and this is the first chance I've had to see your work, but I shall be checking out quite a bit more. Awesome stuff here, really great.
What an excellent poem. I love the second stanza. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angst and compassion sit at two ends of the scale in this superbly written and intensely personal piece about the environment we share and pollute and poison. I agree with Sandra about the second verse, although the last one has it's own brilliance too. Love the repetition 'the thought nought' and 'This song ‘ong’. Very poetic. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥