If bitterest tears on graves shed
Made are of half words left unsaid,
What can be of poetry said?
A maid singularly so made,
She draws more on what's left unsaid,
O than on words expressly said.
And tears that the readers may shed,
Compare ill with what poet had.
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Reflections | 04.03.09 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears on the graves! ! The passage of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, that is life. For a poet poem may mean something, but for the readers? Why, it may not even reach up to any reader. Thanks Edward Louis.