I shot an arrow into the air.
It fell to earth I knew not where,
For, so swift it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where, .
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song.
Long, long afterward, in an oak,
I found the arrow still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
I like this a lot. It is not only a nice parody, but you have made it new and lovely. The last line was best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soooo not Walter Conrad, whoever he is. This is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow!