Into the purgatory of Poet Seers
Wait I
At night
Dream of horror
I see oblivion in a
Yellow gown
Coming to me.
Why this?
Why me?
The pains of a purgatory
Are severe absolutely:
The chains more heavy
The sighs more subdued
Freedom of speech limited
Albeit all this
Heavy and prolonged
Groans arise
‘I am in oblivion
Give me light.
Even dim light,
At least I will ferret some
Way here.
Down my chin
Tears fall rapid:
Yet I view
Oblivion statuesque
Jelly yellow made up
Constantly wriggling
At me laughing.
I bend my head
Resigned
Increased in fear
And the incense of
Anguish
I loosen the strings of consolation
Look vacant to the heavens
Know despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The chains more heavy The sighs more subdued Freedom of speech limited............... Excellent. Limited but it plays here with eternal passion of speaking.