Call frailty a detached bud
And call the flower a frame of grace
Call the leaf a medium
And call the wind a messenger,
Let the readers of all those lines to come
Know of your birth in the land of glory
As brother to a poet and father to a daydream
As friend to a thinker and son to another dream
And then let them those soldiers of peace
Live in that promised land of art
Where I will become a poet
And you will become my brother.
Excellent, full of grace, rhythme, rhyme, heart, a true poet has written, i have booked marked/10 please would you look and pick one of my poems. a brother poet, G
The poem is resplendent with its thought and presentation. In the presence of so many qualities, the poem can be bracketed with great poems.The poet is a brother of every human being no doubt.
I LIKE THE IDEA OF EACH PORTION PLAYING A PART MAKING IT A WHOLE I LIKE THE LINE SAYING THAT THE WIND IS A MESSENGER. ALL IN ALL, VERY NICE READ. WRITE MORE.
Nice use of imagery, , clear content true to its title..Really good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like this poem. you have a really unique way of writing.