For you are green, my love,
like trees in springtime, out come your buds
and soon the leaves and blossoms. Some smell sweet
and others far too far above our heads to know
if what we see have scents the breezes blow
into God’s nostrils as a pleasing odor.
Look, I am here, my love,
like grass the year round, sometimes worn down
by careless feet, but springing up anew
and spreading roots deep in our neglected lawn,
where if I wait, the blossoms fall upon
the cornerstone, reigning under the trees.
I find this beautiful. Passive, content, tolerant, patient. I wish I had such a quality. the pace is in perfect rhythm with the content. Lovely. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this Linda. It has a lovely and flowing narrative and the manner in which you put it is great. The usre of the occasional rhyme is well suited. It does give a feeling of deep pleasure when read.