There is only you,
to see through your eyes,
to know the world as you do
absorbed through experience
into memory,
recall,
there is only you.
There is only you,
to think your thoughts
to know yesterday as you do
brought to the point where you exist.
A sum of the past
on the brink of tomorrow.
Today,
there is only you.
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Now and then I've read many of
your poems and I like a lot.
Like this one, there is something
in between the lines that must
be if I am to like anything.
Hi Helena,
Thank you for taking the time to poat a message.
I think it was Robert Frost who said, 'Poetry is what gets lost in translation.' Which I take to mean the poetry is what lies between the lines.
I've always believed you can tell a lot from what people don't say than from what they do say and that poetry works in the same way.
Remus
:) the same helena here but I just
couldn't log in with helena So I
took a new ... ... but this Frost
couldn't he mean that what gets lost
in translation is the difference in
what he writes to what he thought ?
:) just a thought . . . but of course
in that case it is inbetween the lines
all the same :) ..
Well I still like this "there is only you"
because it can be so much, and I
often think of how much of my
thoughts is really only "me" ....
And I like the
"A sum of the past
on the brink of tomorrow
today,
there is only you" .
very beautifull
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