Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
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Everything dark and doorless, only my steps aware of me, I turning and turning among these corners which lead forever to the street. a very fine poem. tony
thanks for this great poem, I have translated into Arabic and Kurdish, it is one of my favorite poem, well done for this submission and translation..
Everything dark and doorless, only my steps aware of me, I turning and turning among these corners which lead forever to the street great wrote great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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Everything dark and door less, only my steps aware of me, What a great poem revealing the restless quest of someone who is even haunted by his own shadow. I had read such a theme in a novel, but the feeling as it is painted here was not that revealing. Thanks great poet for such a skillful art. 10++++++++++++++++++++++ Subhas
What a twisting and turning frightening tale of a man haunted by himself. Reading master poets like this puts us in our place and leave us nothing to do but strive harder to paint our scenery and paint our story
The reader is slowly drawn hesitatingly into this piece by the dark and uncertain mood. What are we observing here, in this late hour, upon this lonely street? Our understanding unfolds even as the subject's understanding unfolds. We finally realize we are watching a desperate man being chased by, and chasing after: himself. Truly a striking work of art utilizing mood, imagery, incisive vocabulary to impart a compelling and dramatic message.
Awakened conscious is a ghost when you are lonely. Well written. Beautiful poem.
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