Like the clouds, the pain passes.
Its shape is no more.
Has dissolved, and difficult
To rebuild its shape and substance.
Does Shakespeare say 'dislimns'
Itself? Antony and Cleopatra
Is a great play: range with
Lot of high peaks of poetry
Love and human psychology
Custom cannot stale its variety.
Yes, infinite - I've not forgotten!
Act IV, Scene XIV, Mark Antony to Eros.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, thanks.