My granite heart is of molten rock
Washed water smooth, cooled by breath
Of reason. Do as you wish. I will
Not falter on my way. I lie
At the centre and follow the flow of
Blood. I am the blood, I am the heart;
I allow this flow. I swallow an
Unfathomable pain. Through my blood
And my bones I grind it down to memory.
What remains is sweet, and I remember.
a pithy 'formula', in a few lines, for a powerful process...sublimation, maybe you could call it. Such an 'antisceptic' description ignores your lovely language, though.
Utterly divine. I love the idea of the body as landscape. Thank you
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I would like to translate this poem
My granite heart is of molten rock Washed water smooth, cooled by breath Of reason. Do as you wish......... really nice lovable poem for our heart