Either Gods or no God at all
Why I'm not demonic to the dose of the days?
Nymphs of night lavish me
Sperms of the spring rise on me
Why don't I smile to evenings?
Forlorn from me, and yet so deeply attuned
Entirely responsible for every inch
Yet I don't dice to dine
So heavenly strange; sad, and savage it is
In midnights I become, in morning I'm an ash
No track tantalizes me ever
Will the voice be clear, or its mystery 'll go on?
At once I'm curious; at once I am calm
Verse and no verse, walk and no walk
Oceanic intensity and untimely archaeologies
Am I wedded to human life or ached to art
I don't know, I don't care
Life's still arms embrace me, and that is all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem