Anne remembered
The taste of the honeydews
Which had never been the same again
The sapphire mornings
Was passed off
As certain enigmatic distance
It was a meditation on life and love
Illusions that had often fluttered around her head
Like nocturnal beasts but dissolved into a glimpse of scandalous story
(dedicated to a great poet, Dana Gioia)
the reminisce of life and love in pain is surely not sweet but sour in taste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What solace is recieved when we meditate on life and love...a beautiful write that gets a 10