With eyes so deep, but yet so cold
Looking at the faces of the young and the old
Overseeing all of death and life
Glancing at those who succeed and those who strife
Watching all of the stories unfold
Stories of the meek and stories of the bold
In spite of the things they see, they do not sway
But seeing true beauty makes them turn away
most people just don't get this poem. you have to look very carefully to understand what it is talking about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not quite(italicize) positive i get it, but perhaps the watcher is time, growing older and uglier, and it cannot stand something that reminds it of it's long lost beauty... OOH! that might be a new poem string... Great poem, very deep. Wonderfully descriptive, as well.