All joyous thoughts
are curbed by hell
of minds expanse,
a crucible.
And when to shout,
and when to cry,
or when to live,
or shall I die?
All temporal questions
uncontained
will perplex the spirit
and damn the brain.
Sally Plumb
Yes, the middle stanza is particularly eloquent, but the whole is good. Shades of Emily Dickinson?
And when to shout, and when to cry, or when to live, or shall I die? .............To be or not to be............eternal question.........A Good Write......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully simple and complex. i know all about the university of life too. i take my cap off to you. thanks for your comments. john
Thanks for your understanding, John.x