e premte, 2 janar 2009

THE TIME OF THE SAND-CLOCK

(Translated by Anthony Weir and poet)
On the sands of time
fossils march:
their last parade.
Salute from the podium.
Jaws - triumphant - creak
as they grind old myths
with gritty teeth.
Crows have always fed on flesh,
and illusions destroy empires of illusion.
The sighing sand-clock has been turned afresh.

2 komente:

Ermal tha...

Very sweet and philosophical, a good poem and yet with a deep meaning.
Also relaxing,
at least that's the effect it has on me.

Wish you all the best.
Regards,
Ermal.

Lediana Paja tha...

Hi Ermal.

Thank you for your comment!

Regards,

Lediana.