Aged Mirrors (47) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (47)
Rating: ★5.0
Evening of quiet melancholies.
We know we can save no-one.
Not even ourselves.
It's late in our eyes.
We long no more
For the restless light,
For the morning.
We curl
Beneath the quiet shadows.
It's evening in our body.
We try no longer
To persuade our life,
To convince it it's happy.
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Monday, September 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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4/26/2024 6:42:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a beautiful way to say, that we' re old and that with age we give up. Impossible to pretend we are happy " It's evening in our body We try no longer To persuade our life, To convince it's happy. Very moving and excellent work! Three gorgeously written stanzas, to be remembered!