Working the wet earth,
bonded by standing water, as expected
I do not find ghosts,
but a layer of small stones and black roots.
A cracked pathway. Cats still.
My neighbour thrashes in the bushes,
looking for a son called Son.
The afternoon has stopped itself.
A window open. Curtains open. Music.
Why is Vivaldi so inhuman?
'The earth bonded by standing water'-a beautiful image! And also two images in the last lines.Then the humorous lines come two times. you make the readers lightly to read and smile Mr. Philibert. Why Vivaldi.....? Vivaldi is the name of garments in Chennai. Rated *****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Earth things that connect us with earth thoughts and these lines have a poetic variety of them laid out in vivid images.