Water in autumn light
Rolls silky, fat, gleaming
Solid as mercury
Ripples softly at the edges
Whispering that summer Is not lost, but just resting
Fading gently Into its other dimension.
Pale scented shapes
Of first yellow leaves
Are friendly ghosts
Like the disappointed hopes
I will not allow To hurt any more.
I will remember only
These good places
As I float quietly
Turning my face to the sky
Timeless, indestructible As my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really beautiful. you really managed to whisk me away to Hampstead Pond! keep writing more beauties like these...