A dried up river is like the soul (Angol)
A dried up river is like the soul Of a poet who can’t write, yet perceives With imperfect clarity his theme and grieves To parched death over the drought. But his goal Once a wholesome sea of clearest crystal Recedes, grows grey in Hartseye, like old love leaves, Leaves the mind altogether. He conceives Nothing to replace it: only at the pole Of memory flickers some senseless compass So the river, by her grey pitying trees Is agony of stones, horrors which sank But are now declared, bleached.For it is these, These stones and nothingnesses wich possess When river is a road and mind a blank. Feltöltő | P. T. |
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