Discovering this truth a quietness
assails me, what measure of beauty did I find?
When her eyes serenely soft express
the artificial nature of my rhyme.
She appears to me in a wild state
shorn of all garments save the virgin cloth;
whilst in her bed on the verge of ecstasy,
in these false imaginings I am lost.
The wild nature of poetry.... it’s ecstasy has touched us ever so softly.....
A brilliant poem nicely executed. Touching with nice theme. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry devoid of all artificiality, in her nude form entices and takes us to sudden bouts of ecstasy! Who will not be charmed by her seductive naked grandeur! Beautiful flights of fancy!