Will my kiss, softly tender, mend your broken wing?
Will cupping you to my breast, calm the beating of your heart?
Will my warmth rekindle memories of that distant nest?
The persistant fluttering of your voice tries to tell me,
But imperfectly
I embrace your frenzied pain.
What can I know of you, my loveling?
What can you know of me?
That we are beside each other?
That I hold you gently?
That eyes search eyes for what is shared?
That perhaps together we have fallen
Through the same cosmic air
To this cold and cluttered middle ground
Of our being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem