My mind ambled in strange arbors
How faintly my heart throbs
Here she comes across the trellised walk
Afraid my beloved Circe will glare
Beneath the bowers there’s no place to hide
The yellow bells warn with trumpets mute
Must I face without looking her in the eye
For discomfited poise and limpid eyes betray
I have erred but not too much I think
Turn away, be brave some other day
Hi Maia, The poem is about a man after having a night out with the boys on a Friday. He hides in the garden to avoid a confrontation with the wife.
very nice verses..as implied and explained..is this for ' under de saya ' who are afraid of their wife? great write...10
tell her the wrds u want for her today for tomorrw maybe late.. inform what ur inside for tomorrw, ull mght not be brave again, , gud lines from ed, , , naizz
You are a fine poet...i have to read all your poems for this one is a amazing.
Not necessarily 'under the saya'. Just the usual morning after from a Friday night out with the boys.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write sir....i like the thoughts describe one's feeling in the wrong time(?) trying to escape from temptations... sincere and honest to one's feelings ...' I have erred but not too much I think Turn away, be brave some other day.' ....at least not too much.... being brave enough to find a way out... i find this last two lines touching yet amusing too....10+++++