ambition and becoming
and plans and aspirations
and ideals and holy-book dreams
and yearning for one after another:
then the wind blows through our fleshless skulls
in a Dali-Goya landscape
nicely put a matured thought. you may read my The concept of the soul
I stopped to dwell on this one, it made me think, especially the last line. Ruthy
A very appropriate title for your poem, ambition and becoming, plans and aspirations not the same thing, especially if we strive for one and accomplish the other, a comedy of errors indeed. Thank you for sharing :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very powerful and nice... Krista