To force the pace and never to be still
Is not the way of those who study birds
Or women. The best poets wait for words.
The hunt is not an exercise of will
But patient love relaxing on a hill
To note the movement of a timid wing;
Until the one who knows that she is loved
No longer waits but risks surrendering -
In this the poet finds his moral proved
Who never spoke before his spirit moved.
The slow movement seems, somehow, to say much more.
To watch the rarer birds, you have to go
Along deserted lanes and where the rivers flow
In silence near the source, or by a shore
Remote and thorny like the heart's dark floor.
And there the women slowly turn around,
Not only flesh and bone but myths of light
With darkness at the core, and sense is found
But poets lost in crooked, restless flight,
The deaf can hear, the blind recover sight.
Fantastic. A very popular and unforgetable poem. Nissim's genius is at work.
Ha ha ha nicely thought and written.....I liked the humour part in your poem.
To force the pace and never to be still Is not the way of those who study birds Or women. The best poets wait for words. Soo true. tony
The best poets wait for words. The hunt is not an exercise of will But patient love relaxing on a hill To note the movement of a timid wing; Until the one who knows that she is loved No longer waits but risks surrendering - Great poets think differently. tony
The hunt is not an exercise of will But patient love relaxing on a hill The most beautiful poem in my post teen age..it is the first of the poems I had taught in a +2 college. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem presents the feministic approach of a poet rendering the thoughts of healthy mind. The trouble ache of the thinking is to nourish the poetic feeling into the depth of the poet.