Lounging in the dry warmth of the sun,
overcome by the beauty of the green cliffs
rising above the hypnotic blue water....
I think of Mann's The Magic Mountain,
obsession with the physical
(not, in this case, disease, of course,
but the sensual) :
skin glowing in the year-round sun;
ripe fruit
falling into one's hand;
air, rich with the smell of flowers....
Wouldn't such pleasure
inevitably dull the mind's keen edge?
Wouldn't Eden's ease
subvert all great endeavor?
Glad you liked it, Bernard. This poem was based on an actual experience I had at Laguna Beach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is the charming landscape merging with human sensibilities that makes it so sensuous. Thanks.
Glad you liked it, Rajnish. It was based on an actual experience I had at Laguna Beach.