We cannot aspire to that, which is already dead,
And there is no solace in delusion;
We should save the present for future memories;
Thus, to remember we had a life we lived.
No soul that is born alone and dies alone ever pertain
To anyone, on this mortal realm of mortals;
Nothing we are, but an evanescent breath of air;
Utopian significance of being insignificant.
How a superbus phallus in carnal pleasure dies,
That ephemeral all these earthly passions are;
Like the face of moon from dusk till dawn,
When sun replace its ardour with other kind of warmth.
Why consume our breath in yearning, suspiration?
Desire's flame needs oxygen, —and that will suffocate us;
The chastity of senses shall purge our spirits pure,
And rise above this Life whose claim is to endure.
In english ''Very leaves are we cast to the ground by wind''Homer Il.6,146 Οίη περ φύλλων γεννεή τοίη δε και ανδρών....
I read your poem again & again. I enjoyed your text. Have nice day to dearest poet Mihaela Pirjol.
Beautiful poem. Desires flame need oxygen.....More we provide higher it rises....at what point it’s black smoke will choke us when the understanding dawns upon us..... this lovely poem requires so much pondering.....
I love this poem... and this comment explains why we should try to keep cool in life... To my favorite List. ++++++10 Perdita.
A great poem. A gem to be treasured forever... timeless
This is an outstanding poem dear poetess Pirjol. I find eneromous pleasure to read this wonderful piece of work time and again.
Good poem. Very happy to revisit this poem after a long time. Great feeling!
I want to say so much about this poem but there's not enough space to respond. I consider DESIRE the essence of our humanity, and your poem tellds the truth about desire. It's not wish-fulfillment. It's something
Congrats MP! ! ! ! ! Your desire truly deserves this honour. A fantastic write as usual, filled with wise words and inspiration. LOVED IT.