AO (4-22-87 / Torrington, CT)

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.


Translated by Robert Bly

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very touchy and emotional. It speaks how much you loved your grandma. Please read my poems and advise
That was a great poem. I'm sure your grandma would be proud of you and she would love this poem.
It is one of life's great sadnesses that loss inspires such beautiful elegies, and the subjects are not around to listen. As Lucy said, she would have been very proud, I am sure.
Quite a mature piece of work - well done!
Ashley, this is a beautiful tribute to you grandmother, I am sure she would be very proud. Love, Lucy