LD (05/29/73 / Peekskill, NY)

Lonesome Night

You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
You, stumbling dumb
At night, as pale stars break,
Lift your thin hands for some
Hope, and suffer, and wake,
Poor muddling commonplace,
You sailors who must live
Unstarred by hopelessness,
We share a single face.
Give me my welcome back.

Translated by James Wright

Submitted by Holt

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Comments (5)

quite intersting with beautiful metaphors razzling over the icy ocean! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! , well penned
You wrote some mind boggling metaphors in this poem. One must read this work slowly and let the words take the mind to the realm of imagination, then feel the intensity of the message. Excellent.
A stunner, Lee. t x
Lee, I don't know what to say... Your words are INCREDIBLE and very eloquently spoken...but at the same time, your pain is also mine. I love you. Glad you/we have this site for an outlet...You use it very well! Keep it up but NEVER GIVE UP! Love always, Cecelia
Within that small flicker that remains of you a fire to engulf them all will grow... The fight is never over till the last chime is tolled.... Alison