The water doesn't know
itself
as water
and when I turn away
peels off the name
I've given it.
It is
only
the
itself
of
its
self.
Human names
tire it
it has to spend
so much time
peeling off all the names
that defile it.
'Why don't humans
just let it be! '
'Why have all this need to name? '
Weary the water
puts up with us.
'Splashsplish! '
the child
blesses it
with sound
and even
the water smiles.
'Now that's more like it! '
it thinks.
You give life to a life giver here Donall - lovely musing on something we all too often take for granted. Esp liked the lines: 'Splashsplish' the child blesses it with sound. ' justine.
Donall, this is lovely. Like the idea of something there before we ever existed tired of us labelling it. let it be. Profoundly simple and beautiful. thanks for sharing. Lizelah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read once that the water has memory - some scientifical theory of Russian scientists. It is very interesting. The poem is vivid, words just flow...water...