I think I have never been so exalted
As I am now by you,
O frost bitten blossoms,
That are unfolding your wings
From out the envious black branches.
Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine
The twigs conspire against you
Hear them!
They hold you from behind
You shall not take wing
Except wing by wing, brokenly,
And yet—
Even they
Shall not endure for ever.
What is he talking about? What are the wings ? I don’t understand…
I agree with Maui Wowie. This one’s a treasure… like a precious pearl!
This poem makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!