The first time I saw my American poems translated
I would not leave this world
without loving some of it......
nothing reduced to a single truth........
all of one blood,
our words, music and lives coming together.
It was not that the stars had fallen down-
I just stopped and studied
the hieroglyphics on the page, tiny scribbles of black ink
saying twice what was said before.
Then I knew I would not leave this world
without loving some of it......
nothing reduced to a single truth........
all of one blood,
our words, music and lives coming together.
It was not that the stars had fallen down-
It was more that we didn't need
the lamp which had gone out. How separate we are in the dark
after the poem is gone.
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