In the dark
I listen to
Leo Tolstoy talk
Sigmund Freud speak
and Tennyson
read MAUD
&
THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.
I fall asleep
as the CD comes to a pause
and their all too human
voices
fade back into
the history
they had
become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem