a castoff from a distant land
conspired with night and poetry
composing darkness and the dawn
the weaving of eternity
but in the dismal hush of night
or in the blush of early morn
he heard no answer in reply
no solace for his bitter scorn
he truly wished to sort it out
divining blind infinity
to know the truth of stars at last
in seeking out their mimicry
his work fell short of grand desire
when he at last was laid to rest
returning to his primal home
his litany had failed its test
Excellent. This reads like you're writing about a famous poet whom I should've learned about in school. (from a distant land, etc.) Like you're giving us clues, and if I wasn't such an ignorant peon I'd be able to say Of Course! - -It's about so-and-so! but alas, this ignorant peon has no idea who you're referring to, so I'll hope it's pure fiction. Either way, your poem is terrific, and very carefully constructed. This is the work of an experienced, talented writer with a good brain.
Brian, the poem is about me. I see myself as not fitting into the world so well - from a distant land. I am not a famous poet at all, just a wanabe. Thanks for the positive and encouraging review.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvellous and beautifully weaved.