I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
And as of old, in music measureless,
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace
Under the common thing the hidden grace,
And conjure wonder out of emptiness,
Till mean things put on beauty like a dress
And all the world was an enchanted place.
And then methought outside a fast locked gate
I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
Wonders that might have been articulate,
And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds.
And so I woke and knew that he was dead.
This is a sincere tribute to a sensitive poet who creates the world of expression, music, beauty and grace. Thanks for sharing.
This almost made me cry..... Why don't more people know about his poetry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moving poignancy, of belatedly well thought of and most probably missed personality.