Cobble stones
are his tears,
his monuments;
I hear
ragged air
flapping
over his garments
as he falls-
her face before him.
She gave him water;
clothed him.
His gnarled heart
sang for her,
his flight-
swan death down-
because of her;
the church bells rung for her
by him
in his tall tower pedestal.
How much love is it
in downward death
to have love's name
on your breath?
How much love it is
for love's one glance
be enough
your life to forfeit?
Quasimodo
breathed
his love
in earthward
flight;
before crash
his heart burst
surely
as he called her name-
Esmeralda,
Esmeralda;
he then felt her kiss
once more
before shattering land.
All sufficed
for what then
came:
Cobblestone Tears:
Love's Remains.
nice visual metaphor: ''Cobble stones are his tears, his monuments; '' meaningful title webbed to significant content..10
Remains of love are the treasure of life to carry this soul throught the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A singing ministrel You must be Such grand tale Retold in few lines With finesse! And at end reminding us It is Love that remains! Please read my poem,1. Love is – Immortal! [On Love a collection of Poems] at your leisure. Angel