The shadows have shifted
Around whom
Who’s stretched in the lengthy
Empty yards in the sun
Why a shelter from rain?
Gather ‘round them to come
On an un-arable ground
Of an arid a mind
Vanity is a, nay,
Is a well full of dust
Is a bare mountaintop
Is a valley abrupt
But behold he will rise
To unwind for a night
From a day-full of task
Mixing winds in a pot
All convenient excuses
How to reckon at all
For when high is the buzz
He is facing a wall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hhmm.. i think i missed this one... interesting... an idle mind amounts to nothing but grey matter?