Tossed is that cypress boat,Wave-tossed it floatsMy heart is in turmoil, I cannot sleep.But secret is my grief.Wine I have, all things needfulFor play, for sport.My heart is not a mirror,To reflect what others will.Brothers too I have;I cannot be snatched away.But lo, when I told them of my plightI found that they were angry with me.My heart is not a stone;It cannot be rolledMy heart is not a mat;It cannot be folded away.I have borne myself correctlyIn rites more than can be numbered.My sad heart is consumed, I am harassedBy a host of small men.I have borne vexations very many,Received insults not few.In the still of night I brood upon it;In the waking hours I rend my breast.O sun, ah, moon,Why are you changed and dim?Sorrow clings to meLike an unwashed dress.In the still of night I brood upon it,Long to take wing and fly away.
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>>12923537that's very nice poem op. did u writed it?Your fortune: Good Luck
Nice poem, Josh.
>>12923537Oohh very nice poem
>Tossed is that cypress boat,>Wave-tossed it floats>My heart is in turmoil, I cannot sleep.>But secret is my grief.>Wine I have, all things needful>For play, for sport.<Maid Jax Space>My heart is not a mirror,>To reflect what others will.>Brothers too I have;>I cannot be snatched away.>But lo, when I told them of my plight>I found that they were angry with me.<Maid Jax Space>My heart is not a stone;>It cannot be rolled>My heart is not a mat;>It cannot be folded away.>I have borne myself correctly>In rites more than can be numbered.<Maid Jax Space>My sad heart is consumed, I am harassed>By a host of small men.>I have borne vexations very many,>Received insults not few.>In the still of night I brood upon it;>In the waking hours I rend my breast.<Maid Jax Space>O sun, ah, moon,>Why are you changed and dim?>Sorrow clings to me>Like an unwashed dress.>In the still of night I brood upon it,>Long to take wing and fly away.
