As your round moon face
Bent over bluish water
Speechlessly, deaf at the
Song of the skylark
Carried there
By the cool autumn breeze
Over the lofty mountains.
With the mask of
A nighty bird
Singing to
Its own echoing self,
With the breath of
The immobile animal face
Growing stiff with blueness
With the enormous
Muteness of stone,
The pale reflection
Of the fallen angel from
The western sky
Disappeared into the
Otherness of the other.
And I was back
Into me.
With the mask of A nighty bird Singing to Its own echoing self, With the breath of The immobile animal face Growing stiff with blueness With the enormous Muteness of stone, The pale reflection Of the fallen angel from The western sky Disappeared into the Otherness of the other. Nice thought.Beautiful presentation 10+++++++
The pale reflection Of the fallen angel from The western sky Disappeared into the Otherness of the other. Loved this line so much...the otherness of the other.
With the enormous Muteness of stone, The pale reflection Of the fallen angel from The western sky Disappeared into the Otherness of the other. Lovely sharing. 10+++++
With the mask of A nighty bird Singing to Its own echoing self, Lovely line..quite great read. 10+++
The pale reflection Of the fallen angel from The western sky Disappeared into the Otherness of the other. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The western sky Disappeared into the Otherness of the other. Beautiful expression. Thanks poet. 10 for it.