('Make it new'. Ezra Pound) .
When my fig tree is sprouting green leaves
and the lone camellia has budding pink flowers
and the trees are in blossom on the grass verges
of the sidewalks where I go for a run:
When strangers on the run greet me like friends
and someone assists me at the pump of a petrol station;
When I see rowers practicing in boats of fours and eights
on the Whanganui river near the old railway bridge downstream,
Which has been converted to a car-pedestrian one
and cars and people on foot are flowing across it
in the brighter late afternoon light of October,
I know that spring is announcing itself.
-22,23 October,2019.
The flow of the poem is quite fascinating, the landscape that the poem seeks to paint is as awesome as the action that is taking place in a placid manner. Thanks for sharing this masterpiece.
I realize now that there must be a good flow (rhythm) to the poem. I do think that the surrounding landscape is quite picturesque too. Thanks for such an accurate comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem with a sweet flow. Very nicely crafted and like to read again and again. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks a lot for noticing the main features of the poem, including 'the sweet flow', which I was not so aware of myself.