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Nov 18, 2015
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Media: Acrylic on stretched canvas, all edges painted with correspondent motif colors
Size: 7.9x7.9 in
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November Raven
November mem'ries are fleeting apart in broken dreams of bliss. No one dares to interfere, no one's looking back. On bare branch pondering in griefs, the raven's cawing 'gainst the storm. The golden leaves still cover his heart with broken dreams of bliss. The raven's coming back to hear the silence of his track. The blinding red sun, he believes, will never be again that warm. I wrote this poem in 1993. Yesterday all of a sudden I discovered it whilst poking around in the cellar. (I translated it into an -almost- English version now.) Like to hear your suggestions on a more appropriate translation.
November Raven
November mem'ries are fleeting apart in broken dreams of bliss. No one dares to interfere, no one's looking back. On bare branch pondering in griefs, the raven's cawing 'gainst the storm. The golden leaves still cover his heart with broken dreams of bliss. The raven's coming back to hear the silence of his track. The blinding red sun, he believes, will never be again that warm. I wrote this poem in 1993. Yesterday all of a sudden I discovered it whilst poking around in the cellar. (I translated it into an -almost- English version now.) Like to hear your suggestions on a more appropriate translation. |