How great to be alone
Hid from the turbid out there
As in my leaf-rooted tree house
Of childhood.
A riot of pink azaleas press against the glass
Of my February sanctuary,
Trembling in chill wind and pale sun.
And here am I
In quiet contemplation
Of cosmic duration
In perfect isolation.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~
Solitude Glory Being Alone_
Pain In I Found (God),i.e. Perfect Isolation!
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D