The day will come
when slandering tongues
will gag on ash
or choke on loam,
as the throats of singers
and poets are silenced,
stopped by water
or earth or flame.
Meanwhile I dream
of wandering islands,
Pleiades, Sporades of the skies;
Earth's little archipelagoes:
as above, so below...
The day will come
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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Dear Lena
What a lovely poem. It is fullof vision and music. Thank you
Lena
:))))
А Н Е Л 29.04.2006 18:51 • Заявить о нарушении
What a lovely poem. It is fullof vision and music. Thank you
Lena
:))))
А Н Е Л 29.04.2006 18:51 • Заявить о нарушении