To know a face
Return a thousand times,
And scrutinise
Each vibrant grace,
Each shadow of surprise
That fleets across
The den of crimes
Beneath the tell-tale eyes.
To map a face
Survey the gross
Promontories and capes,
And learn to trace
The creasy track
Where grief pursues the past.
To scan a face
Forget the shapes
Your hands and visions raise,
And, tearing back
Each mask, unhinge
The layers of deceit,
Until at last
There comes the maze
Where memories retreat
In thwarted quest
Of rest, and cringe
Before a host of fears,
Return, repeat
The eyes' behest
Within a web of tears
To love a face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Ananta! It is sublime and I love it! Really great rhythm! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn