My soul is guilty of love.
That love devastated my life
To create a new better one.
My love tastes my flesh,
That painful part of me
Continuously and little by little
Dying.
I still feel this need for the temporary things,
But love will never be a thing.
It will never be temporary.
I still try to reconcile
My part of the world
With my Christian faith.
I still live among
The primitive and the humble animals
Trying to understand my solitude,
Trying to save my unfulfilled desires,
Thinking that
The whole past human glory
Is enough for me.
I try to understand
The delicate dazzling dream
Of reaching the eternal in the ephemeral.
I'm overwhelmed with
Its fossil coral thought and with its wet reality.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
I am going to have to read this again and again in hopes of fully getting it (only because you go deep- very very deep) . Just for an hour I would like to see through those eyes of yours- the terrors and wonders that breathe through your words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem has many layers of meaning.....