Rising golden, setting red,
I saw the sun receive and abandon
This world many times.
And between with a myriad of moods,
From light to shadow,
And from glisten to gloom,
It reigned; so that now I cannot separate
The feelings that rose from within -
That were a result of my internal storm -
And those that seeped in with the light.
Pathetic fallacy at its best! Some excellent alliteration in a poem conveying 'a myriad of moods' with an eloquent flourish. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I especially like lines two and three.