you cry at what's there
cry for what's lost
the seen made more beautiful
by the unseen
the fragments
dripping through
your heart
love by love
pain by pain
I used to say her Sapho
in the dark
the fragments becoming more fragmented
in my fragile remembering
my frail retelling
when dreams would awaken
you & Sapho
chatting in your sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love being read to and so I can really appreciate this...the sound of words in a beloved's voice...I could be read to all night or at least until I fall to sleep. And I love sapho and the fragments that insist you add your little bit to complete the poem in your head. A yummy dreamy poem about one of my favourite pastimes being read to by a man!