You that promises, terestial paradise
to you i give thee a garland of faded magenta carnations
i begin witness to nirvana, and a foamy sea
ive been playing with my instrument
untill you agreed to give me an audience
my song leaves an impression on you, neither black or white, but coloured, both beautifull or tragic, or pathetic, happy
worthy to be cut in stone for posterity, and no meer dust, but a cascade, of fresh wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cristobal, I like that you didn't rhyme here. You do need to get a better grip on English. Too many ESL problems. Maybe read some good contemporary poetry in English? If you'd like, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Tell me what you think of it. Yrs, JC