Nocturne Poem by Warren Falcon
Nocturne
[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice]
Fogs of summer
Through the green
Stalks Will shake
Take sweetness
From the corn
And with their
Tassels make
An infant's rattle
Soft like milk.
Fields under moonlight
Will silent be like silk
And my comfort brown.
Sounds sleepers make
Shall not be heard by me
Or anyone.
Nice imagery here. A little poem that definitely draws a picture!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/19/2025 9:15:07 PM # 1.0.0
Really a serenade and even the sound sleepers hear this melody! A song of a falcon in the serene sky.............go ahead friend.