I feel like losing me from deep dark night,
Loosening from shackles of gravity,
Wonder, if stars guide me, lead me with light,
If birds land me their wings to set me free.
And if horizons no more hold limit,
Need have I for food, sleep, nor yet waking,
If silver of moon remains softly lit,
Let me swoon with ecstasy when birds sing.
This done, let me ever so higher soar
Amidst countless pilgrims on their voyage,
Now be and no more on a distant shore,
And one day from sky's blue lose my image.
This song of life perfected if at all,
I might sing on D-Day— then silent fall.
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Sonnets | 05.04.2017 |
If silver of moon remains softly lit, Let me swoon with ecstasy when birds sing.....these two fascinating lines are my favorite lines! This is a unique poem with different tone that I find in Longfellow's Psalm of life! An elegant piece of poetry with inbuilt lyrical intensity....10
Thank you, Dr Swain, you know better, for, I'm no student of literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear come; this is life, not so easy; no so tough its restful, its busy come; sing a song of life for an important operation is to begin or a change to take effect..........
Thank you, Mahtab Bangalee, you're poetic in your feedback too.