The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.
Word by word, phrase by phrase, emotion by emotion, the master poet takes us deeper into his world. Extraordinary use of poetic skills in such a building toward a climax way.
A great imagination put into the exact words it deserved. 10
Deftly constructed rhyme which advances the power of the subject rather than distracting from it. A beautiful piece of writing.
When all is told! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Amazing to read how the poet has built up his poem, very deep and insightful poem. True gorgeous!
A poignant, insightfuand touching poem,5 Stars full. Enjoyed reading this brilliant and deepest poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem gives me actual chills on a physical level. Why did the poet have to die so young? Was he one of those who are just too good for this world?