And the days are not full enoughAnd the nights are not full enoughAnd life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass
Some years ago, my favourite tumblr blog was named " Like a field mouse" . I read this beautiful poem there and it stuck with me ever since, coming to me whenever I feel a little down. I remember you Alec. I hope you are well.
this is the most tragic poem, yet the most beautiful poem ever to me.
Anyone of you know when was this poem written/published?
I've tried to search, but I couldn't find it, help me please
It appears (untitled) introducing Poems of Lustra, written by Pound between 1912 -15.
the accent bein in the last stanza - the human life bein short and unfulfilled and yet nothing changes..
A short statement on the shortness of life.
My all time favourite favourite poem.
Great write Ezra... just love the way this reads & the meaning between the lines
How do you do this to my heart? With the greatest depth of breathless wonder...and bliss....I will never know the answer to this...only feel it~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem »
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