Ode To The Solitary One Poem by Richard Minne

Ode To The Solitary One



You are like a bourn
in the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.

No shepherd on land
in the palm of his hand
ever held your clearness.

From the distant far
only one star
shoots by - and submits.

Translation by Franz de Backer

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