RV (09-02-1968 / Sloten Friesland)

Desespoir

The seasons send their ruin as they go,
For in the spring the narciss shows its head
Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red,
And in the autumn purple violets blow,
And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow;
Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again
And this grey land grow green with summer rain
And send up cowslips for some boy to mow.

But what of life whose bitter hungry sea
Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night
Covers the days which never more return?
Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn
We lose too soon, and only find delight
In withered husks of some dead memory.

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Comments (4)

A true Buddhist views of looking at life! Deva
The hate cannot avenge the hate only love can do it.......Message is clear and Loud.......Good Write...............10+++
thought provoking poem..vivid and resonant..
i like the thought in this piece... He is a good man.. but, , we would never have peace.. and when we come close.. means that the end of the World is coming close.. YAY! .. Heaven.. here we come..