After I am dead
And my writings left unread.
Will the preacher say that I have a soul?
I saw him not while living.
If he says I have a soul I'm
Sure I won't remember.
That so few of us can remember.
You can hear what was never said.
Lovely sense of resigning from something ambitious about life through one's soul and acceptance of something the soul could never exactly explain nor tell of. I like this poem a lot AND the corresponding image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought provoking poem. Intriguing lines to ponder about.