'I've noticed that light before, ' she said,
'In the pale of the dawn
In a passing storm,
In the eyes of a child having fun;
In the stories I'm told
In the glitter of gold
In the habit of many a nun.'
'I've noticed that sound before, ' she said,
'In the tinkle of glass
In the whisper of grass
In the ring of an ambulance bell;
In the patter of rain
In a whimper of pain
In the secrets that children tell.'
18 May 1971
This is a lovely poem David, I could see the light and hear the tinkle so clearly. Delicious read. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem feels so right it just rolls off the tongue. I like your work. Regards Ann