I am who I am
Always something else I was
Like in this poem at the same time
I am silent and loud.
Back to Ithaca: the only road I am.
Only one curse one God only.
I am the sea. Raging, envy
And clean they call me.
The only one, who knew your mother:
To know me
Behold me
As blizzard on a mountain-pass
But on shivering shoulder know that
Warm coat I was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, Filth with emotions.... cheers with 10++++