Acquiescence is
an opening into the world as you
have never known her;
quietude inside you
leads to an encounter that is new
with the rain, for example,
and
or
any
simple element, approaching
you in the silence that she’s brought you to –
sit, still, and listen –
spurn sulking –
a more tender apprehension,
tightly closed for a long time,
will slowly open a view
more lovely than you’ve been accustomed to.
...new with the rain...approaching you in the silence that she’s brought you. Evoked Argylshire days, watching the rain sweep accross a flat-calm loch. Magical, well crafted, the interrogation of silence. N
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this spiritually portrait and this finesse of the texture of this symbolistical poem with extremely expressive words .......................10+++++