Last Life Poem by William Marr

Last Life

Rating: 5.0


Roaming somewhere in the universe
a clang from an anvil
or a hollow resonance from the woods
is yet to reach me
otherwise I might be able to tell you
in my last life
I was a blacksmith
or a woodpecker

a painter, or a flower
if only I could recall
the face of an evening sky
still wet on canvas
or a brilliant dewdrop
precariously rolling
and rolling

a trace of cloud
a whiff of air...

(1993, Chicago)


The Chinese version:


前生


鐵砧上的一個
叮噹
森林裡的一聲
空洞
正在宇宙某處晃蕩
不然
我也許能告訴你
前生
我是個鐵匠
或一隻啄木鳥

畫家,或一朵小花
如果我能記起
一個黃昏的臉色
在畫布上油漆未乾
或一顆晶瑩的朝露
仍在那裡滴溜溜地轉

一抹雲
一絲風…

Thursday, September 19, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,artistic work
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 29 November 2020

a painter, or a flower if only I could recall the face of an evening sky still wet on canvas or a brilliant dewdrop precariously rolling and rolling Beautiful poetic lines my dear Poet William. to ny

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Shaun Cronick 05 September 2020

Another good one son.

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Roseann Shawiak 27 July 2015

Beautiful imagery, an innocent silence lies within your poem. Loved it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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William Marr 10 May 2017

Thank you for your comments.

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