Hi, poetry lovers and everybody.

Ever since I started to read poetry in English when was a college student, I became a fan of the iambic rhythm. The many robotic read alouds—taTA, taTA, taTA…—have not been enough to kill my love for its music, for good recitations have been actually that good. I’m not a great reader myself, but it doesn’t keep me from lulling myself with these verses.

Today I want to share this poem with you. I really enjoyed composing it, and I hope you get to like it at least one half as much.

Song of the Lark by Jules Breton (1884)- Wikimedia Commons

                        
                         Then I pursue this morning light
                        
                         I might remember when it’s dark.
                        
                         I seek this lark and its refrain,
                        
                         so when it rains its music plays
                        
                         within my ears to bring solace.

                        
                         The sun’s too high and yet his hand
                        
                         Caresses all around on earth.
                        
                         But when the black spreads up its cloak,
                        
                         covering bright, and shape, and color,
                        
                         even the moon misses the shine.

                        
                         I try to catch this beam of hope
                        
                         to cope with restlessness and shame
                        
                         the same the bird of stately singing
                        
                         clings to its want of mate and feeding
                        
                         through tunes of echoed euphonies.

                        
                         My eyes crave badly for this light,
                        
                         which fades away as years go by.
                        
                         I only hope not to be blinded
                        
                         with so much staring at this shinning,
                        
                         which will no doubt keep me from seeing
                        
                         the gleams of my forthcoming night.