It was the best of times,
It was the worst of times.
It was the age of wisdom,
It was the age of foolishness.
It was the epoch of belief,
It was the epoch of incredulity.
It was the era of hope,
It was the era of despair.
It was the period of rationality,
It was the period of lunacy.
It was the Winter of obtuse critics,
Short lived by the Spring of promising poets.
It was the Winter of obtuse critics, Short lived by the Spring of promising poets/// excellent poem penned on the promising poets and excellent dedication also
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great take on the opening lines of Dickens' ' A Tale of Two Cities' Shaun The last lines of your poems are brilliant! It's definitely a striking seasonal metaphors inspired five from me,