As that time-plodding griever's
Wetting shadowers
Thoughts, routine, that do aspect
All that's ponderous
What now shape, here above us
No cloud but dissolves!
Ah life! New window on it.
While by its spirit
Countryside's, that refreshens
Joy-freed; limitless.
Fern-dripped peace, to what express
On shore each ill solves.
Apollo bay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do enjoy the summer and it's vagaries in my countryside, although, in the tropical Kerala, summers are pretty hot. I do not know how it is in your place in Australia. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing