…done as a sequel to my poem…"spring on crutches" <br /> <br />From fated gashes gurgle streams <br />Snatch carmine rags from the seams <br />Where gold peaks, from proud hills <br />Peppers life in dales, humming mills <br /> <br />A son lies sans cap and open mouth <br />Softly on grasses that creep from south <br />Sleeps, stretched, under the blue sky <br />pale in his green bed where rain drops fly <br /> <br />Gladioli tickle his feet, he sleeps, smiles. <br />Like a stricken child without the guiles. <br />Cradle softly nature, for he is cold <br />Ah! In life, was so warm and bold <br /> <br />No earthly incense shall quiver the nare <br />Nor mortal cares transgress his lair <br />He sleeps in the sun, hand on his breast <br />Calm! Red roses ooze from the side of his chest <br /> <br /> <br />Adapted from a famous French poem: <br />Le dormeur du val <br />(Arthur Rimbaud) <br />1870. <br />translated by Oliver Bernard: Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962) <br />http: //www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/ poesies/Sleeper.html <br />Heavily borrowed and helped with… … i know not a word of French! <br /> <br />…done as a sequel to my poem…"spring on crutches" <br />07 April,2k11. <br />Buraidah-KSA.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-red-roses-ooze-21st-april-2k11/
