ALL THE STAR’S BRILLIANT BRIGHTNESS
The door I opened
with the key of your birth...Death
closes with my grief.
All the star’s brilliant brightness
can’t tame the ghost of my loss.
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MUTE
The words had become
silent...they tried to burrow
into me...borrow
my tongue to pronounce your death.
I would not let them say it.
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CHILD
Your caul now your shroud
ghostly you came to us
in this the birth of your death
born already a ghost you
haunt us here forever. Child.
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WORD LESS
Silence is led to
Language but I can’t make
it speak. It has gone
into itself where no words
ever are...or....ever be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is unearthly beautiful. Too beautiful for earth, it must have flown in here on some asteroid, from the place where they grow loveliness and give it away to souls for free.