'lie still, and be forevermore a child' Christopher Dowson
Your remote beauty is impressive
but not lovely.
I fear, the sudden aloof awareness
of these barren heights to which
no longer child you foolishly aspire -
and ruthlessly descend -
self banished from your elfin realm;
In which you dwelt and frolicked.
Ouch. I'll think on this one. Damn you! :) t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And it's probably not until your over sixty that you fully appreciate the sweet ironies of growing up... Lovely poem. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx