This angular house
is flooded with silence and solitude
the blue of his sad face
is a photograph
hidden in the darkness,
whether 'tis love
in my dreamless sleep
or 'tis suffering in my sleepless dream...
Poem by Marieta Maglas
'hidden in the darkness, whether 'tis love in my dreamless sleep'- beautiful. Very powerful thinking. Thanks.
The gloominess is poetically portrayed in the first llines And then come the mind boggling wonderful ending lines. Love in a dreamless sleep seems like the absolute low: even if love is there, no way he can be aware Suffering in a sleepless dream seems like the summit of suffering to me Not sure I am interpreting it right, but it is a poem that keeps the reader's mind occupied for some time, a trait of excellent poetry.
whether 'tis love in my dreamless sleep or 'tis suffering in my sleepless dream... Love is full of suffering, which we happily deny...
Poetry awakes in a sleepless dream. Poetry sprouts in a melancholic wake with spirit of hopes and desires. Nicely penned with soulful emotions crafted in desired thoughts.
Sleep must come to all whom lay awake ever wary of the heart that might be taken...iip
my dreamless sleep or 'tis suffering in my sleepless dream... beautiful poem...enjoyed reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melancholic in spirits yet shining with hopes and aspirations.......Marieta......nicely crafted piece.........