Walk slowly,
In slowly slanting sun
Down the Valley of the Two Lakes
Listen,
At rocks edge, ripples
Like a cat lapping
Watch,
As lazy heron casts
A fishy eye
All is quiet
All is still
In the Valley of the Two Lakes.
A Round Tower dizzy
Clicks and whirring
Picture everything
Picture the peace
Click the calm
Shout about the quiet
Record Replay Forget
Move on and never know
The sweet nothing
That is everything
In the Valley of the Two Lakes.
The Hermits knew
When they found it,
That nothing
But the Hand of God
Quietly touched
The Valley of the Two Lakes
A nice poem with pleasant metaphors. I love the last two stanzas, amazing! 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two reasons why I should revisit Glendalough! I like it.