Formless God
Warless world
Shapeless wind
Flawless mind
Stringless help
Noiseless talk
Stetely treat
Surely great!
Meterless verse
Rhymeless poetry
Coreless verse
Formless poetry
Rhythmless poesy
Depthless thoughts
Alas!
The tragedy of the day
Mockery of the art
Like
Breathless body
Sightless lady
Scentless rose
Soulless life
Powerless eyes
Spiritless speach
Tasteless food
And
Beatless heart
Poets worth their name
Sure feel sad with shame
At the mockery of the art
That hurts their soul and heart!
Days of Milton and Shakespeare
Hard to redeem in this hemisphere
Yet the poets owe to poesy
All deapth and dignity for poetic eccstacy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true.........in the world of fast every thing changed.......your poem clearly depicts the facts. The days of milton and Shakesphere never come again.