Sheltered field of pleasant green
The susurrus of distant wind,
Nature gossips
Protests at intrusion,
Between windswept trees,
Belfast, metallic fossils, David and Goliath,
Painthall Studios: the vistas
testaments to urbanized myth
This is my quiet place,
A step away from the world.
Apart and yet a part.
i always say this - mostly all great poets can be judged by how well they can touch you with a short poem. how much of the universe can you cram into 12 lines or so? Kerouac could cram about 1/5 of all existence in about 2 pages (in his novels) ... I always love to find others who have that ability.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sanctuary, 'apart and yet a part, perfect!