You must learn to tell me,
not write it. No,
don’t even speak;
show me.
Don’t even show me,
let me see it myself
in the irises in your eyes,
in a gesture,
in silence.
Do not reduce me
to a simile, a convenient rhyme;
wipe your heart off the page,
This is not about art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. I liked the philosophical aspects.