to Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg, premier violinist
(sostenuto)
looking out on the hills of glass
the angel of yearning cried
it is time only
we were not ready only
holding in one hand
the brief flare of music
in the other a cloud too
dense with dreams
looking out on the hills of glass
the warriors of beauty
cried
in one eye, a tear:
to drown the whole earth;
in the other,
a brief flare of music
a brief flare of music
mary angela douglas 1 december 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem