In the beginning, love was a plainsong
heard simply as wind
rushing through hectares of tall grass.
As only love can witness,
the grass yielding
engendered the next chord.
That chord investigated
the crucial-
how love deepens.
There was also a time when rain
was fresh rain
for flower and basin.
One cannot ask why
about love or a term of apprenticeship,
only retrieve and remember.
A refined poetic imagination, Irene. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A masterpiece. 'In the beginning love was a plainsong - heard simply as wind