Evening Poem by Tan Pratonix
Evening
Far off
a flight of swallows turn and
head with tinkle-bells
of carts, winding
down a country
lane towards
their distant
home.
And in the fields the women
sing, a strange sonorous
melody, sinking with
the orange sun
in slow and
steady
note.
I love the description of the swallows and the women singing in the fields. This is a poem of tenderness and quiet that I really like.
I see this pastoral scene; quiet and unassuming with bells to break the monotony. I like this. Nice poem. L
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is lovely Tan. I think you use the free verse style very well. Warmly, Alison