Two Red Roses Ooze…21st April,2k11

…done as a sequel to my poem…"spring on crutches" From fated gashes gurgle streams Snatch carmine rags from the seams Where gold peaks, from proud hills Peppers life in dales, humming mills A son lies sans cap and open mouth Softly on grasses that creep from south Sleeps, stretched, under the blue sky pale in his green bed where rain drops fly Gladioli tickle his feet, he sleeps, smiles. Like a stricken child without the guiles. Cradle softly nature, for he is cold Ah! In life, was so warm and bold No earthly incense shall quiver the nare Nor mortal cares transgress his lair He sleeps in the sun, hand on his breast Calm! Red roses ooze from the side of his chest Adapted from a famous French poem: Le dormeur du val (Arthur Rimbaud) 1870. translated by Oliver Bernard: Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962) http: //www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/ poesies/Sleeper.html Heavily borrowed and helped with… … i know not a word of French! …done as a sequel to my poem…"spring on crutches" 07 April,2k11. Buraidah-KSA.