To The Stars Poem by Ripper Jones
To The Stars
In the reflection of vanitas
You look not at your mortality
Such is the nonchalance of youth.
You deny death a hundred times a day
Till the soft velvet of night begs you to wonder
As you look upon the graven image of the moon and beyond
Even the stars, like glittering lanterns in the sky
As the universe gets colder and colder, even these must end
This is an excellent poem! I bow to your talent! Speechless!
Denying of death is a very well used phrase, a remarkable creation of your pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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You deny death a hundred times a day this is the key verse in your poem. It touched me. thank you dear poet. tony