Like history
they are with me
For interpretation
and contentions
I hold them
with a sense of possessing something
otherwise
These interiors of my mind
Are tools to kill
Abstractions -
living forces to link
Here and then
memories memories...a motley clown..over my head a golden crown...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Memories' are indeed great!