I Am That Rock Poem by Tom Billsborough
I Am That Rock
I am that rock in which the fossils sleep
Deep as the heresies of a disused creed,
Layer on layer the insulating self
Protects its many anguished cries
and falsifies its memories.
Ageing now, my mind solidifies,
A polished limestone cave
Ringing with echoes from a decaying past,
And when I die, a temporary sculpture.
I knew him once, you say. You lie
Hypocrite lecteur! knowing not yourself.
Wow Tom what a write. Brilliant. You just keep getting better and better.
Thanks Bill. The Baudelaire quote in full is Hypocrite Lecteur, mon semblable, mon frere. Hypocrite reader, my double, my brother. Must read some of your poems later.
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I would like to translate this poem
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I am that rock in which the fossils sleep Deep as the heresies of a disused creed, Layer on layer the insulating self Protects its many anguished cries and falsifies its memories. Ageing now, my mind solidifies, A polished limestone cave .............What a wonderful metaphor for past memories ! ! Just love this poem.