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LATIN VERBS
Genitive, dative, ablative, the babble sound of Latin verbs,
their rhythmical grimace, their declension.
Yet the lilt, the sway, the dance of vowels,
that mesmerise the mind, entice, amuse.
The music of mankind, their many vocal songs,
each land their dialect, their form of phrase,
all from the human throat, the mouth, the nose,
each utterance its own expression as air goes in, goes out.
All joined by Latin in the west in east the hieroglyphs,
calligraphic symbols, scrolls, painted engraved and burnt on tiles,
such arts, the books medieval, the paintings of the orient,
with poems illustrated fond beliefs, in ink or in relief.
Words our common communicators sounded round the globe
some sharp some blunt and muffled, some sung like birds and beasts,
some sounded from the minarets, the Bible read at prayers,
all part of inheritance, enriched this mode of speech,
our world so tiny spinning where none of it is breached.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Is it better now ? Ann
Style/Type: Free verse
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
weirdelf
13 years 6 months ago
I love the concept.
I think the ending could be stronger.
Nordic cloud
13 years 6 months ago
I agree it rather peters out,
I agree it rather peters out, I shall give it some work, good idea.
Thank you Jess.
Skaal!
Ann