All our different languages
Yet trees, grasses and stones
Have the same vocabulary;
Blowing snow and mountain pines
Express a shared language;
Cresting waves and rippling dunes
Breathe the same breath in speech.
All our different languages
You'd think the earth
Could have translated hate
Into the music of a wild meadow,
And washed away any semblance
In the waves of our lakes…
You'd think we at least
Could have picked up a few
Beach stones and memorized
Each other's faces without words.
All our different languages You'd think the earth Could have translated hate Into the music of a wild meadow Well said, the songs of the earth are not appreciated by all people, this poem is rich with thought and soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Facinating poem about our planet!
Thanks you very much!