I am a stone
In a morn I was thrown
Into the gloom of Gathsamene.
I was alone, I could only mourn
Until on an eventide, when the one
Who is the loneliest of all
Threw himself upon me.
His sweat like scarlet dew anointed my loneliness!
Centuries passed...
I am still a stone;
But, with a song in my soul!
and your are truly symbolic and poetic..great imagination! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a stone In a morn I was thrown Into the gloom of Gathsamene. Fantastic.Mindblowing--liked the simile gloom of Gathsamene.Anastrophe once again and meaningful swing of expression.10r.