And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
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~
Great write Ezra... just love the way this reads & the meaning between the lines Best Cecil
A concise and insightful bit of verse, well articuated and nicely brought forth.
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.
Where ever in the stars he might reside right now. His blog was the best ever. His insight concerning what it means to be human - the human condition in general is unrivalled.
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..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
My all time favourite favourite poem.