Inspired by Jean Passerat's "J'ay perdu ma tourterelle"---but not a translation.




This Bird Has Flown

I have lost my soul's delight,

Sweet songbird, dark nightingale:

I would follow her in flight.

 

She has flown into the night.

Still I search, to no avail.

I have lost my soul's delight.

 

O true beauty benedight!

Without her, my strength grows frail.

I would follow her in flight.

 

Now I see the cold sad sight

Of stars above me, and I wail:

I have lost my soul's delight.

 

Sleepless till the dawn's faint light

Slowly turns the sky quite pale,

I would follow her in flight.

 

Heaven’s splendour, once so bright,

Now appears wretched and stale.

I have lost my soul's delight;

I would follow her in flight.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-12 at 10:00

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Bibek
I like the repetition of certain lines. Is this a specific form of poetry?
2017-11-12