Glorious Virgins of LiteratureA Poem by Nao DeguchiThis is for the holy virgins who are most likely Fifteen, so filled with morning’s longing A symmetry of spring & summer Oh I know! I’ve read all your pen Had to offer the world, and I like To read your prince of everything lines Your lyrics that beams as you glide Breaking down the golden gates This is for the dawn of your awakening Which will soon turn, to ordinary cares Your genius will be left behind Like countless poets, who stopped writing The kind of talent so usually deserted But let me at least, blush in your rose garden For a while longer, to fill my silken nets The entirety of my vocal rage, fulfilled In your writer’s block, cantos of coral and reeds Where I am the bamboo watcher The observing golden pleasure that crowds The closer you get to the source Of your literary liberty, which outshines The mournful drama of your youthful years. © 2011 Nao Deguchi |
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Added on December 9, 2011 Last Updated on December 9, 2011 AuthorNao DeguchiMie, JapanAboutI will go to great lengths to encourage writers of Asian origin. Of these, Indian are my favorite. They have a beauty of sentiment that is not replicated in english. I do not like to leave a trace.. more..Writing
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