Hold it up to me, dont let it touch the sea. O my home is falling down falling where it was the crown, i had layed it on this pole, blew the wind and down it roll, where will i live when my home is gone, when darkness now shall come upon.
i had layed it on this pole... HOme as a symbol of Self. the pole as a symbol of selfhelp. lowly heart and its songs. very well written in short verses.. thank you dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Good poem, Ezekiel. Read my poem, Love and. Thanks