The Voice Of Things Poem by Reva Kern

The Voice Of Things



If I had locked you in my stanzas
You fragile things that smile
Pulling off petals of pale Iris
Moonbeams on the carpet
Of damp flowers, and green leaves
That you open with a warm puff of May
If I had locked you in my stanzas
You pale things that smile!

If you were able to imprison the verse
Gray ghosts, when you pass,
Moving forms of the universe,
Confused dreams,you are going to be
Sad kiss, soft and wicked
That between the shadows you give to the soul
If you were able to imprison the verse
When gray ghosts pass.

This is a translation of the poem La Voz De Las Cosas by Jose Asuncion Silva
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: verse
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