train whistle fading -
all I know of where it goes
in the cold night.
Meteor flaming, then gone -
all I know of where it falls
i agree with Mark, this is so deep....for what is life but that train... for we never really know where we are going....
all I know of where it falls - in uncertainty certainty; in the unkowable the knowable. I like this notion of life as the known unknown; and you get my 10, with this first comment, Lilian. brief and deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting linking of elements - the train become meteor in the night.