The Senses Of The Sleepwalking Hills Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Senses Of The Sleepwalking Hills
I can feel at home
Weeping at any place
All through the
Albino cathedrals-
Fallen like snow
Beneath the monoliths
And keeps of Paladins
Who have all bled through
The paper of sweethearts-
And soft animals alongside
The road-
Trying to remember if they
Were the metamorphosis
Of pilgrims
On their way to a sea of
Ferris Wheels
Pinwheeling all of a sudden
Through the senses of the
Sleepwalking hills.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/11/2024 2:44:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
