For life to hang by a silken thread
A man must pine
A woman beg
And in the belly of the rose
A worm must glow
And rest his head
And in the season of its throes
Where one was two
Two must now be one;
Where rest you now my son?
Do I hear my daughter's laughter?
Echoes of hereafter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really stunning David. I feel the love in this hauntingly beautiful poem. Just beautiful. xo Elaine