The wind is silent by the solitary scape
word when wordless swooning the rapture
yet across the furrows of the cliff extended
shadow when falling upon the glimpse of moon
yet the dread be despised by the reeks of pain
green still croons by the yonder cornfield
breath of anger redoubts the gleams of snow
night when fluffs color over rungs of blue
breath swaddles fast in the mango grove
by the wet fragrance of the earthly shine
Florence when shatters umbra by the eclipse
fragrance slowly conquers the art of love
silence be vanquished into captive undertones
the sands of time flecks away by the storm
shadow flies into the room of resonance
wind may not fall rootless time be staggering
Lilly still etches the gleams of moon even alone
from flora and fauna of nature.. shadow flies into the room of resonance..images are used beautifully..a very fine write as always.. a pleasant feeling to read you.10 Rema
Goethe has said, 'a poet needs all philosophy, but he must keep it out of his work, ' It is not not only a poem, but, moreover, it is a philosophy of poetry in the doctrine of symbolism, a philosophy of art. By evoking a startling inspiration and calling into outer life the divine life and the buried reality he is capable to extinguish the emotions. The pure inspiration has come to him in beautiful startling shapes. The elements of evocation and suggestion are belonging to symbolism.. When all are together, the glimpse of moon, the gleams of snow, the earthly shine and umbra by the eclipse, by conquering the art of love, they evoke an unique emotion, which cannot be evoked by any other arrangement of colors and forms.. It is a metaphorical poetical writing, in fact a symbolical writing, because metaphors are not profound enough to be moving, when they are not symbols, and when they are symbols they are almost perfect. The emotions comes to seemingly solitary poet in moments of poetical contemplation and generates love in itself for the poet and his shadow.. The rhythm keeps the moments of contemplation, the moments of both sleeping and awaking, for creation, perhaps a real trance, seemingly a hypnotic trance, in which the mind liberated from the pressure of the will is unfolded in symbols. It is more than a profound meditation, it is a real meditative symbolistic poem, extremely rare type of poems, where things come from beyond the threshold of waking life. There are intellectual symbols, symbols that evoke ideas alone, or ideas mingled with emotions; .The things are accorded to the symbols and associated with ideas that are more than fragments of the shadows thrown upon the intellect by the emotions they evoke. 10+++++++ from me
I am a novice in this realm, but I find your piece to be beautiful at least. Thanks, A10
'shadow when falling upon the glimpse of moon' really a fine piece.....10+
fragrance slowly conquers the art of love, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , good poem...thanks
A rapturous description of nature and environment. Lovely to read. Very soothing. + 10 to you shub
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poetry Sir. Shaun.