Spring has gone away, fall is back with gusts, Snow has just arrived, it new grief will hide, ‘long the way word dropped playing with the fate, Oh how swiftly thawed snow’s this whitely lace. Tear slipped down the cheek, years have tracks erased, Rose has died away, only trace remained.
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
This Georgian poetess' mood tells more about seasons. Sometimes it hurts so that spring may be followed by fall against all natural laws. "It hurts to see him Walking all alone ..."
Thank you, my dear poet, for reading this poem. It was printed in a tear-off calendar. When I read it I decided immediately that it should be immortalized in some way so I translated and posted here. It is such a pity that love may sometimes bring sorrow instead of eternal joy it is meant to bring. So many hearts' funerals we have and are witnessing! Thanks for the citation from Ville Valo - very impressive and heart rending. I guess, I better bring this one to your attention too:
The Sorrow of True Love ?
By Edward Thomas
The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow And true love parting blackens a bright morrow: Yet almost they equal joys, since their despair Is but hope blinded by its tears, and clear Above the storm the heavens wait to be seen. But greater sorrow from less love has been That can mistake lack of despair for hope And knows not tempest and the perfect scope Of summer, but a frozen drizzle perpetual Of drops that from remorse and pity fall And cannot ever shine in the sun or thaw, Removed eternally from the sun’s law.
smmerwindSan Francisco, California USAApr 6, 2013
Spring has gone away, fall is back with gusts, Snow has just arrived, it new grief will hide, ‘long the way word dropped playing with the fate, Oh how swiftly thawed snow’s this whitely lace. Tear slipped down cheek, years have tracks erased, Rose has died away, only trace remained.
Deep and a touch of sorrow my dearest friend.
But the last explanation on your note is a positive note. I hope the sun shines your way always.
Hi Phyllis, thank you, dear friend, for bringing this one close to your all-embracing heart and seeing positive note in it. I too hope for the best for you. Kindest regards!
Comments (4)
"Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom"
The Sorrow of True Love ?
By Edward Thomas
The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow
And true love parting blackens a bright morrow:
Yet almost they equal joys, since their despair
Is but hope blinded by its tears, and clear
Above the storm the heavens wait to be seen.
But greater sorrow from less love has been
That can mistake lack of despair for hope
And knows not tempest and the perfect scope
Of summer, but a frozen drizzle perpetual
Of drops that from remorse and pity fall
And cannot ever shine in the sun or thaw,
Removed eternally from the sun’s law.
Snow has just arrived, it new grief will hide,
‘long the way word dropped playing with the fate,
Oh how swiftly thawed snow’s this whitely lace.
Tear slipped down cheek, years have tracks erased,
Rose has died away, only trace remained.
Deep and a touch of sorrow my dearest friend.
But the last explanation on your note is a positive note. I hope the sun shines your way always.
your friend,
Phyllis
thank you, dear friend, for bringing this one close to your all-embracing heart and seeing positive note in it. I too hope for the best for you. Kindest regards!