ALL over i watch
the story on film, a woman
is waiting for the train to arrive
at noon
and asks what time does it leave
and she always gets the answer
3 a.m.
and she waits
then the train trails slowly disappear
from her eyes
and the haze in front of her
takes her back
to her youth in the house where
her mother died
the story may not be true
as later on it gets too twisted focusing
on suppressed desires
that of Ida
i read the poem
his later doing and i begin to understand
why he writes on something
using some images
that i can barely figure out
it is the haze
it is always the haze that dissolves the rails
of the train
that takes us back home to the place
where our
roots lay rotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem