Unrest Poem by Olimpia Sarb
Unrest
On remembering.
I was walking through
an orchard
overcrowded with plum,
apple and pear-trees.
With flowers blessing my ankle, too.
When suddenly I arrived.
I was descending
from a memory
into another thought.
Liable to gliding I was.
From the inward of my soul
into the orchard of my life.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 3:04:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
