My old is dying
And my new cannot
Be born:
In this interregnum
A great variety of
Morbid symptoms
broils.
But what can Heart
Remember?
If a little less than needed -
It bleeds,
If a little more than wanted -
It bleeds.
All that Heart can conceive,
I possess elsewhere
All, and more -
Heaven and earth embrace
In my carapace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heaven and earth embrace in your carapace.........No wonder I am so taken by your poetry!