Truth. The speckled egg
No separating its substance
You have not the extravagance of telling just a fleck
Nor merely exposing some part of pale ashen shell
That is for the chicken
No. It is the whole egg
And it cracks you open
Shell, speckles and all
Revealing to the world
The very colour of your yolk
© 2014 Lizzie Lumsden All Rights Reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm..I find this to be an interesting poem and am glad I have come across it. This is one of those that I need to ponder upon to figure out if my first impression of it's meaning is correct or not. Thanks for sharing.