Tomb Poem by Naveed Khalid

Tomb

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What I can bring to the surface of a page,
is far too less drown'd in a drop of tear,
dried of ink; than what in fathom-five hath sunk,
too deep for woe to tell thee of thy tale;
which if in a glass of wine for me you pour,
thy sweet lot more unto my view for inspection,
that no less heaven in my words, full of signt;
and where the mirror reflects thee not thy face,
the spirit evaporates too soon, pigeonhol'd through the sky;
the crow's quill on a night-cap takes flight
from Trafalgar Square, and a flock of pigeons
in the garden sit no more; nor eat crumbs by the window,
but in love's girdl'd loins of silken-satin,
unsettl'd round about the common earth again.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, October 29,2012 2: 17: 39 PM

Friday, December 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: monument
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 30 December 2019

from Trafalgar Square, and a flock of pigeons in the garden sit no more; nor eat crumbs by the window, but in love's girdl'd loins of silken-satin, unsettl'd round about the common earth again. very fine use of words and expressions. thank u dear poet. tony

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