A death that grieves no stranger
Is witless as a mouth
That deaf eyes do not fathom
Mute singleness of route
As pines a troubled forest
For signs of seeded quarry
We herald the dumbest signpost
To break the travelers story
A death that grieves no stranger
Concern that has no pivot
Sails as the ship of ancients
No sextant and no rivet
Clairvoyant the earth is
Of disappearing traces
To cast about the crowd is
To see the missing faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tremendous piece of being in tune with the earth Patti. I just love the last half especially for it is as if the earth itself is speaking to our very depths This is a work of art. Jim Troy