What is this word, esprit?
Your smile reflected in a pool
As minnows dart like small electric lights,
Your voice soft and subtle
As it enters like a butterfly
each membrane of my soul.
A girl of many sounds and faces
Is the word esprit.
I try to catch its meaning
Like these elusive creatures
But it is in their natures
Never to be still.
One could call it joy
But that will not suffice
To clothe its eloquence.
Spirit, in a sense,
But closer to infinity,
A bird of paradise
In all its preening mystery.
Oh i noted about the poet's notes here.... To me i still can get this poem in my own interpretation..it was beautiful :) These lines really get me: As it enters like a butterfly each membrane of my soul. .. Spirit, in a sense, But closer to infinity, A bird of paradise In all its preening mystery It just wonderful..and you know, this craft is just beautiful and soulful really good :)
Words can imply true magic when they suggest many meanings. It is good that we have the choice to apply our own interpretations, as you say, my Unwritten Soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mystery! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sometimes is mystery is the true attractive force. Thanks, Edward.