I watch the feathered beauties of ravishing plumes
Flying from tree to tree making shrill calls
How I wish I could catch these birds
The lovely deities of the woody groves
To cage their loveliness and melody to own for myself
May these winged friends with ravishing beauty Ever remain in your thoughts pure And never long for their caged presence in real! A superb flutter of thoughts...
Wow..Simply wonderful to read...I loved each lines. So I am not sure which one to praise first. Beautiful poem...
To cage their loveliness and melody to own for myself Nice thought. Do not cage the birds cage their loveliness and melody. Beautifully expressed. Thank you.
Caged or not, you have successfully captured the ' lovely deities of the woody groves', 'the feathered beauties of ravishing plumes' in your poem, that will remain a forever beauty. What you wanted to own for yourself, their 'loveliness and melody', is now there for your readers to own. Great poem.
A wish or a desire or a dream that contains pure life is the real beauty of this short poem. Nice
Very divinely and soul-stirring...........Valsa......I am mesmerised...............
, , , , you have already captured the lovely deities in your heart, , , wonderful poem...
You couldn't capture birds, but you have certainly captured the beautiful scene in your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A question-raiser five-liner! but didn't Keats console the Dryad of the woods in his assurance to her...No hungry generations/ tread thee down! ! !