Afternoon mist speaks thorough the woods
With perpetual tranquillity;
Trodden but remaining footfalls echo
Through eternity.
The pillars of incense make a blank space
In the garden
I jump through it -
The fog inevitably answers to me sadly with printed calender in her mind.
Inherent but not internally present
The still point speaks amidst the crowd.
With Galileo above I spoke forth
Pain perhaps to him done
Equal to that of Lear
Justice remained undone.
Last Negro smiles with confidence; I, no more
You took the smile from me when evening comes
Leaves grow unusually with dexterous audacity
You lookedaaskance at me; I, alone on the shore
In the garden with the muse of life! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'With Galileo above I spoke forth Pain perhaps to him done Equal to that of Lear Justice remained undone.' 'Every old man is a King Lear', isn't it? ? Liked the poem brother.. A sense of melancholy and loneliness.. Beautiful..