Aged Mirrors (8) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (8)
Evening made of small leisures.
Even the ants in our fingers
Repose.
Evening's little sea:
The last dream
Of a river.
Liquid twilight.
We realize
The sea is
The tear of the river.
The evening is a 'where'
Not a 'when':
The place where we meet ourselves.
- -
From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
Thursday, November 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Raquel Angel Nagler
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/12/2025 2:14:44 PM # 1.0.0
excellent stanza- Liquid twilight. We realize The sea is The tear of the river. /// an excellent series