Send not your wicked,
Admit no swift wretch of hate.
Take in these peace times.
Cause no dark sadness,
No death is needed these hours,
Breathe deep, that great light.
Son do not grieve here.
Why doth thee weep with cold rains?
And never walk proud?
Lo! To home we run.
Drag not, you weary children.
The sea has come now.
Please tell me what you think
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eerie and enigmatic. I would prefer to see /why dost thou weep/ as correct, though archaic, English.
/Breathe deep, that great light/ is a beautiful line. -
There seems to be many levels to this string of haiku. There is a sincerity yet, a sadness. As if when on e"returns home" there will be something awful that will occur. The last line makes me think of a flood or drowning. A very thought-provoking work here poet.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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I do not really understand what is meant by, "the sea has come", but I congradulate you on the ideas this piece upholds. Breathe deep, that great light. I love it.
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