My breasts carry the blue rivers
that nurse me with their blood,
my ears, the canyons of the winds.
I listen to their songs.
My eyes the storms of the sky
that cools me.....
but you, flower of the late sun,
warm me gently and bring
only lilies.
I
Very nicely delivered poem with a touch of sadness for what has passed, but calm resignation for what is to come. A pleasure to read.
I love your poem Sally. So beautifully in tune with spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Metaphoric and veiled with intense imagery.This is as deep andpowerful as free verse can deliver-splendid
Thankyou for your lovely comment. Much appreciated. Sally.