This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
And lads and girls;
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
And frocks and curls;
This passive place a summer's nimble mansion,
Where bloom and bees
Fulfilled their oriental circuit,
Then ceased like these.
..............possibly this passive place is a cemetery...and the dust is the gentlemen and ladies since they say, dust to dust and ashes to ashes ★ extraordinary poem
I think of this poem as a stroll through a cemetery, looking at the gravestones and recognizing that each of them represents a unique individual.
The dust was the gentlemen and ladies, does this mean that the gentlemen and ladies were dead? I think so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic descriptive concept of how we are all ultimately from and to the same source