In this delightful morning,
cozily laid on her back
above was copper laurel of ageing oak,
hosting a spread of dewy grass in the vast field;
its leaves fell like notes from piano
Pianissimo music played from nowhere.
or was it elsewhere?
Look at the angelic sky!
a parade of goddesses dressed in white
smooth flowing golden hair,
creating a phantom of delight
in the fathomless serenity-
the bliss of solitude she’d yearned for so long well,
finally came to dwell.
if the first stanza is a celebration of the beauty of earth with the piono playing at backdrop, , then the second stanza is a beauty celebrating the magificance of ether...the imagery is essentially modern...and the calmness of the artist generated in the first stanza attains its 'solitude' in the second stanza, , thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful verse - divine beauty of morning described with angelic imagination. Vanita.