I was alive in the sunlight today
Crouched behind a cosmos
of blue poppies,
a wind moved
And splendors of June sunfall
Rained down from loose brilliant clouds
that floated
Over a terracotta St Francis
Weeping in his white allysium Eden
characteristic of today, in Pa valley. graphic but confusing, Craig. ~ sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a wonderful total fusion of place and mood - the image wraps me in its spell!