"I remember northern side where the frost is the keeper of my hopes.In this land of sacred peace..there is no word to tell about this world."(Dark Lunacy)
How can I tell you, sky and sea
And never-ending hills
About the river I have seen
And what this river seems?
How can I draw you, northern light,
My heavy mortal dream?
My singing day, my gloomy night,
And never-ending stream..
Beside the falls of water blue
There is the field of stones.
And in that field no grass could grew,
No sunlight fills my bones.
But in that field the river shine
By water fresh and cool
But if I drink, soon I will die
And sink to crystal pool.
And sink and sink to water glen
And speak and speak with jets.
Or to take arms with thirst again,
Ravel the withering strands?
Your love is like this glen of rocks.
There is no saving chance..
Like this valley of clouds,
The Land of Innocence.
The Land of Innocence
© Copyright: Владлена Линдт, 2010
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Vladlena,
This is a perfect union of melody and imagery.
Love it.
Best,
Dina
P.S. It needs some minor editing (articles & tenses). I'll delete the postcriptum later. Just wanted to make sure you keep on perfecting your work.
Беляева Дина 03.04.2010 07:32 • Заявить о нарушении
This is a perfect union of melody and imagery.
Love it.
Best,
Dina
P.S. It needs some minor editing (articles & tenses). I'll delete the postcriptum later. Just wanted to make sure you keep on perfecting your work.
Беляева Дина 03.04.2010 07:32 • Заявить о нарушении