The Raven And The Bardic Song
On a cold and colourless winter dawn
the raven turns his greyish neck
and watches for the sign of the truant sun
blinking capriciously
from behind the screen,
and the raven recalls the promise made
long ago to a poet of the yonder days
that he would sing a bardic song
for the new-born sun on the crest of the hill.
Though the moment has come
the sun would still not take the hint
from the raven who watches for the new age to come.
On a cold and colourless winter dawn
the raven turns his greyish neck
and watches for the sign of the truant sun
blinking capriciously
from behind the screen,
and the raven recalls the promise made
long ago to a poet of the yonder days
that he would sing a bardic song
for the new-born sun on the crest of the hill.
Though the moment has come
the sun would still not take the hint
from the raven who watches for the new age to come.
Superb poem!
ReplyDeleteO după-amiază strălucitoare, dragă poetă! ❤
Inspirație maximă!!📝👍
Thank you! Maximum inspiration to you too!
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