A sobbing of
the bow-stroked stings.
Thicken the air
and choke with grief.
What sad songs
this instrument plays
worthy to ode
to Tragedy.
Tears roll down a hardened cheek;
slender bow lifts,
and then...
en fin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title is interesting and captured my attention The poem itself is well composed. And an enjoyable read