Alone and pensive, the most deserted fields
I pace with steps lagging and slow,
And I hold my eyes watchfully, so as to flee
Wherever human traces mark the sand.
I find no other screen to protect me
from people's manifest awareness of my sensuality
for in my act's extinct of joy
They can read from without how inwardly I blaze:
So now that I believe mountains and shores
And rivers and forests know of what temper
My life is, hidden from others.
And yet my pathway's so rough and wild
I know not how to seek where love would always come
Reasoning with me, and I with him..
Now fans can you give me your feedback on how this poem pertains to me as it was written with a certain intent. Do you understand me? Poetry is a very delightful thing if you can grasp the concept of what the writer is saying pertaining to them and that is how I write...buonasera, italianogoddess