The simple taste is much more to my liking
The all-too-complex word misses the sweet finesse
Of the string's beating heart
Play it for me lightly, quicksilver cool
Then I'll sit down and drink the
Golden draughts of summer's burgeoning hours
And wonder why it took so long to realize.
~ Laurence Overmire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem