Friday, June 15, 2012


                                      The first time I saw my American poems translated
                                       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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