(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
My most earnest and strongest desire was to perceive with mine eyes, my love, in this event.
Antecedent to him I lost all cognition. In awe,
meek before him.
Unable to conceal the passion that smouldered in my heart,
perplexed and befuddled.
Bespeak, Not a solitary word,
voiced or in my mind.
Sparrow
''Antecedent to him I lost all cognition. In awe, meek before him.''- excellent lines... thank you for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I worked as a gardener for quite a while and I wish I had worked for someone like you. You are the only writer I know of who writes about gardeners, with the possible exception of D. H. Lawrence.