A sparrow waits, hopping
impatient for a magic carpet made of crumbs
reminding me of something I feel but can't write
A distant howl of dog or lonely heart
smokes out of the alley over the cowfield
reminding me of something I feel but can't speak
A light goes out that I was using to read your letter
leaving me at the beginning of the last paragraph
reminding me of something I feel but can't see
A door swings without being moved
by hand or by air or by yearning
reminding me of something left open
or something closed and never thought of again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem from a master. Each verse realizes its own image of reality but also provoked and brought deeply buried and forgotten memories of my distant past. Every time I read them, I get different meaning and understanding. I have encountered only a few amazing poems like yours on PH that affected me so profoundly. It will be on my poems list. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Amir! - Jenny K