FEAR.
The blue sky melts westwardly
and espouses
shadows dark, that cast
a horrific spell
to make the heaven sparkling.
My midnight madness
toils to hack
the mystery of an old maxim:
TO BE OR NOT TO BE, but
falls flat.
Oh, the time flies
as slow as a dove
engulfed by storm,
but battes the soul so violently
that echoes unheard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time seems to fly pretty slowly when i'm at the end of a long line to get food at McDonalds. but, really, this is probably a very deep, intellectual poem, but i am too stupid to understand it well. but, i DO like the way it sounds, and i especially enjoyed the second stanza. oh, i see the topic is spiritual. no wonder it is not quite right for me. bri :) and the form: Allegory? wasn't he vice president of the u.s.a. once?