Not to light a lamp never
Not to touch a river so deep
To drown for ever
All the time busy
To long for the nest
All through an urge
To get the best
To provoke a small fly
And burn the moth inside.
All the time a thud,
All at once a sweet pat,
To stir me the great moment
To aware me my present,
Past, my total faded
Steps everywhere.
built on strong powerful words most enigmatic this poem provokes a 'moth'...highly introspective, content beautifully obfuscated...impressive way of poem telling 10
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Deep poem, with deep ideas, being portrayed.