Underneath it all begins to ripple,
beneath the accordion folds of a perfect afternoon,
the phosphorescent streets lost in rain
while falling from vision, a number of pearly clouds
Words silent, when it all begins to unfold,
how well I remember how it passed;
washing the skin on the body,
drinking in the feelings, the melting smiles
Igniting rare visions for numberless minutes-
praying before the stolen cenotaph
of a beautiful man's mind
A BEAUTIFUL MAN'S MIND WILL ALWAYS CAPTURE LOTS OF WOMEN BUT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S HEART WILL BE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN RULE IT. I FIND THIS AMAZINGLY INTELLIGENT
beautiful expressions for a beautiful poetry filled with feelings....
I am not aware of the cenotaph referred to here - is it Kennedy? What I am aware of though is the extraordinary image conjured by the first two lines.Underneath it all begins to ripple / The accordion folds of a perfect afternoon. You have put your finger on a phenomenon that assails me too, seeing ripples in the here and now opening doors to different ways of knowing ordinary objects. Uncanny resonance.
J F Kennedy fits the bill with his stolen life and beautiful mind ... Igniting rare visions for numberless minutes, rare beauty of a poem...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great and phenomenal rememberance then for the cenotaph.Wise mens cenotaph are always stolen coz they are worth gems but a beautiful womans heart is not always.An illusion.Therefore the poetry.Gigantic meaning for this version here..