Damn is a sight stretched in front of my eyes
To the North, with its birds flying and disappearing
To the south, and sun burn my hair
And east, wind follows the clouds
And west, how rain made me mad
And this is my life:
Emptiness in the cups of emptifully,
Fullness in the eyes of Tear,
And lonely in the hands of Laugh,
And fearful in the face of Love,
How I breathe?
How I gain?
And north disappears in the south
West in east:
And this is I whom must Smile:
THIS IS DISTINY
And while I cry, while I stop seeing
Breathing
Laughing
Loveing
…
O, while I try to live
This is sign of smiles,
Yeah
This is sins of smiles in my eyes
Signs … fearful signs
…
Too bright and colorful was a night,
While I walked with my hands in my lonely pocket,
Silence was descending from sky, when eye
Could feel white clouds covers all stars,
And this was the moment I stopped,
Something,
Something fearful was in my heart
And in my hand I was empty.
- You are tired . . .
And smiled.
- Nothing more . . .
And I looked to followers, everywhere
White followers, why these
Ghosts cover my night?
And I wandered again in the dark
Toward my path.
Something was . . .
And nothing left behind,
Worlds was empty,
Night was dark.
The world has room to make a bear feel free;
The universe seems cramped to you and me.
Man acts like the poor bear in a cage
That all day fights a nervous inward rage,
His mood rejecting all his mind suggests.
…
Robert Frost
Thank you very much Mr. Frost, for your beautiful poems and the path which you shown me through the long way we walked together in your worlds: Poetry, Poetry and Poetry.
My Name is Soodaroo; I am here to write about my life, my country and literature. I am living in NE of Iran, glad to see you. connect me via soodaroo@gmail.com, thanks
