This is taken from a poem that I am reading and am trying to translate. Here's the poem...Daily the wind-flowers age, and so do I. Happiness, long-deferred, is deferred again. Of sand and ocean, the horizon line lies in the middle distance of the dream. Because our lives cannot be woven together, my fingers plait the same grassers, over and over.
2006-09-10 11:37:12 · 5 answers · asked by BkSweetHeart 1 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
Regret
2006-09-10 12:13:17 · answer #1 · answered by Ralph 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
It means that having waited so long for happiness, you have to wait some more. Why that is, I couldn't say. Maybe the poet is too choosy. I prefer poems that rhyme.
2006-09-10 18:47:23 · answer #2 · answered by Dr Know It All 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Life is long sentence of sorrowness with the punctuation of happiness.
2006-09-10 18:40:53 · answer #3 · answered by john_0502000 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
It sounds like my life.
But it sounds like lovers whose lives never could quite get together. They always thought it would work out and never did.
2006-09-10 18:41:39 · answer #4 · answered by ? 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I thought I was finally going to be happy, but no, I continue to be unhappy.
2006-09-10 20:47:19 · answer #5 · answered by BillQ 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋