Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
laying upon the earth, surrounded by flowers, looking at the sky while it gazes also toward you is nothing less than an intimately beautiful moment.
when we can get it in few words...as in that woman, master publisher after the worms.
again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
As lovers lie face to face The ground below, the sky above Merge to become a lovely place Till age brings an end to youth and love And both lie buried under the green wood tree......... I invite you to my page too. A very good poem and I've saved it.
I have been hurt in the past. I am not the only one, I look out into the world and realize that I am surrounded by heartbroken romantics. The cemetery through which we walk now, the sorrowing names we read, are not of lost life, but of lost love and failed relationships. For this perfect moment though, surrounded by the ancient trees (what is more ancient than love?) and fragrant flowers, none of that could matter less. We know the odds are not in our favor, but again and again we chose to turn our backs on those realities and instead enbrace the infinity of the sky, while the silent abyss lies dormant and forgotten beneath our backs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Again and again', indicative of repeat activity, reflects a desire for rising above mortality through love.Others fall into the frighteningly silent abyss and become part of the sorrowing names of the churchyard.Here love is the two of us walking together, lying down among the flowers face to face with the sky and through the landscape of love we escape the depressing silence of the dead. A pretty neat poem without complicated imagery.The repetition of the words 'again and again' is suggestive of life activity as opposed to the inertness of death and adds a musical quality to the poem.