I have had enough of pretty leaves
For one man's drizzling autumn.
I want to see the nakedness of grizzly trees.
I want to stand on bare, gray rock
Swept clean of all this commiserating letter, please!
Take in the scope of my domain
Thought robbed of my inheritance;
Open the windows of my brain,
Sweep out the thieves
And make an end of all religion;
Make and end of politics;
Make an end of worshiping
The flaws of other men;
Start again;
Be a law unto myself;
Be a god again...
And know the scope of what that mean.
The way of presentation of this poem is fantastic. The beginning two lines attract more. I quote... I have had enough of pretty leaves For one man's drizzling autumn. I want to see the nakedness of grizzly trees. Beautiful expression, beautiful poem. Thanks.
Thank you, Kumarmani. This was how I felt at the ending of October in 2008, in another state. This October's ending 'leaves' me with never enough pretty leaves, ... and much less drizzly. Thanks for commenting. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Troy... Yoncalla? Some decades ago... Socal now... whatever! love this term! What is in a scope of work? What is in a comic book? And that book of books? Checking out the duality now... nice feed... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two