For truth is sadly not a game
though some may try to shape it
and honest hearts remain the same
thus truth is sadly not a game
the huntress we all knew by name
usurped, the place she used to sit;
for truth is sadly not a game
though some may try to shape it.
'You must move on! ' The cry is heard
thus twist and turn the hand of fate
but how this cry just seems absurd!
'One must move on! ' The cry is heard:
'Make way the wife of Charles III? '
An idea many Subjects hate
'You must move on! ' The cry is heard
so twist and turn the hand of fate.
This poem shows a nice use of the triolet form, and you have good sense of rhythm and metrics. On the other hand, the archaic diction is a bit of a drawback for me. I suggest you use the voice and words you normally use when you compose your lines. I look forward to more of your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AN AXIOMETIC STATEMENT FOR CERTAIN, GILLIAN..AND ONE EVEN SHARED 0'ER HERE, IN THE MAINFRAME OF ''HARD-HEARTS'', N.Y., USA! STELLAR WRITE...ANOTHER (10) ...TRES BIEN PLUMMIN'...Give it up frank! ''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.~''''''''''''''''''''''''''''