Late moon takes the baton - offering to the twilight a bow in sacrifice: with glow greeting star aesthetes - an orchestra of crickets - eternal poets, so that songs of love inspired by the muses - they would loudly sing in the thickets.
Wieslaw Musialowski 10/9/2001
Friends, I am asking for your understanding, because all my translations must be proofread and corrected. Poems are hard to translate (even in free verse translations). The original is rhymed. Regards.
The cricket was only doing what crickets do Walking slowly up the walk looking for more crickets Looking north and south, east and west He or she appeared to alone Where were more crickets Where was the orchestra of fellow crickets What happened
The wonderment stopped when this cricket let out “crick-it, crick-it” The orchestra followed suit and sounded out in cricket harmony Cricket harmony so welcomed by this once lonely cricket
Off it hopped to join in the symphonic noises created by the once hidden fellow crickets
Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it......
Brian Hill - 2019 # 239
Felt a bit silly this morning.. Let your cricket orchestra sing out!
Oh moon, So pale In the black velvet sky With sparkling gems To make wishes on To accompany you, Oh lovely moon, How bright you shine Gently on This summer's night The crickets sing Me a lullaby As I fall asleep In the moon's arms Her light cradling me As my heavy lids droop
O this grillo cricket singing. It's heart out. all the night long!. Mystical creature so loud. reciting it's mating song. Lonesome as me it is! Can't **** it though. I feed it veggies instead It's good luck to sweep it. away and bad to harm it It keeps me. thinking of that old. Grasshopper mine. that blue green mind bending. eyed wearing. its purely gold. crown. enamoring me. O how it did it! Oh how he wrote!. King grasshopper mine wore his gold mask sparkled with song All night long! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba
I gently trap the singing ckrickets and let them fly free through the years many a summers a grillos chrikets singing kept me company The beginning its said its the premonition of its end...as it was back then without a plan the cricket song Remains a visitor.in the end