O, Solitude (Satis Shroff)

O, solitude you give me time

To behold Nature’s beauty;
Spring awakening,
The smell of April floral perfumes,
The heat of the sun in July,
The greenness of the meadows the flowers
And the blue mountains
Of the Dreisam Valley.

The beauty of the rhymes
Made to the damsels,
Wearing red pom-pom hats,
In the lovely Schwarzwald.
Or to Italian beauties
In Verona or Venice.

Praises and promises,
To the lips, eyes, brows and necks
In times of solitude you eradicate your lust,
And begin to think.

Is solitude loneliness?
No, it isn’t unless you’re isolated,
Or doing solitary confinement,
Or suffering from sensory deprivation.

Solitude in daily life,
Moments of being alone to think,
Work mentally, contemplate
Or observe Nature,
And thereby attain clarity and self-esteem.
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