A Tanka Sequence for Roland Barthes
after opening
the envelop stuffed with my poems
I take out my heart
wash it clean
and start writing again
surrounded
by a swarm of buzzing words
I squash them
in the rhythm of
short, long, short, long, long
I keep
stacking blocks of stanza
suddenly
the poem collapses in silence
I am buried alive
under the gaze
of Calliope's love
my next poem
is about to take flight
but Heaven's window is shut
I skip
a stone of words
across the lake
of another time
another place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem