by
miracles
history
moves
and
I
see
that
I must
live
with
it
suffer
affronts
for
years
nights
of
horrid
dreams
and
when
the
morning
comes
when
the
Dawn
comes
open
my
eyes
see
the
first
light
go
back
again
to
sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem