And how my conscience
listen to this whisper
From the depths of my heart’s well,
A whisper–
that tame my faithfless–
My worthless pessimism.
And this omnipotent susurrus
Sneak and seize my being’s
keen auricle, gently-
Like a flyspeck speaks assuredly
Of positivity, of prophetic promise
That says:
“Life is You-
You are the forces
that never fail mankind’s history
You are the strength
that draws eternal security.”
YOu are the luck
who charms many a heart’s
Endless eyes of curiosity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The inner voice is as much cursed as blessed - but yours seems wholly positive despite your purported 'worthless pessimism'. Simply but powerfully expressed. Rgds, Ivan