Hark! Attend! Divine Attendant!
Natural Philosophy I Quote Thee!
Ye see with thy affixed eye
hear with wondrous keen ear!
Scan horizons’ fugitive youthful orb
listen attend raindrops drumbeat!
Ye cerebral midnight lightening blinds
thunderclaps render ye retina deaf!
Yet awhile yon aching purple heart
beating amidst a mist arch flesh clad cavern!
Clear sees through ye clouding predawn mist
hears trumpet blast howl starlit smocked void!
Such is cut of ye snowblind clay
fate spun with weave to clothe with cloth
that covered ye poetic form life lived.
To clothe with the cloth
that covered fevered form.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well crafted............continue. take care.