let now no glistening word depart
I said to my nostalgic heart
when reading poems from long ago
and dreaming of the words they snowed
so sheerly from the softest sounds
made by the creaking of the wind
around the darkened house
let in as if by some celestial hand
and in that long lost story land
remember then:
how I in half lights learned to feel
myself not here but there,
as real.
mary angela douglas 5 july 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
5 Stars full on Top for this mesmerizing lovely poem.I have read these loveliest words with immense attention, since you worded this as most captive as well. I have enjoyed a very lot, dear Mary Angela!