Of building houses there is no end
with bricks and feelings thoughts and mind,
using the universal glue
that clings and sticks and binds.
Lovers spin webs for castles,
conquerors ancestral halls,
angels their heavenly mansions,
demons their prison walls.
Actors that tread the boards
and actors on the street
have studied how to speak their lines
and where to put their feet.
Each is his own creator
and jostles with the crowd,
entangled with his own conceits
by turns both arrogant and cowed.
I like this poem very much. This can also be a metaphor for building a relationship. both act so much alike. very nice write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful poem. You write well my friend