Days that cannot bring you near
or will not,
Distance trying to appear
something more obstinate,
argue argue argue with me
neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.
Distance: Remember all that land
beneath the plane;
of dim beaches deep in sand
all the way,
all the way to where my reasons end?
Days: And think
of all those cluttered instruments,
one to a fact,
canceling each other's experience;
how they were
like some hideous calendar
"Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc."
The intimidating sound
of these voices
we must separately find
can and shall be vanquished:
Days and Distance disarrayed again
all the way, where the reasoning ends. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
In the book where reasons end, 'Distance trying to appear something more obstinate' is quoted as '... something more than obstinate'.