Durma
~ eighth song ~
a butterfly
in a dance
flaps grace
on the breeze
to the north, to the south
on a flower, it stops
to the left, to the right
for a while, before wind
comes pushing away
sometimes returning
sometimes it strays
aimless, lacking any goal
a restless wandering
for days and for nights
dry, the one that withers
before still blooming flowers
before still blooming flowers
This is the eighth entry in the cycle. It is supposed to be about pain. Does it work? What about the connection to the other poems?
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I think it's hard to see from the poem itself that this is about pain, Chrys ...
ReplyDeleteonce you tell us we can put it together ... but isn't it better for the poem to stand on its own, so that we know what it's about ?
Hmm, can it still stand on its own?
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