I am now bereft
father
Near to twenty years
passed.
Some ups, much, much
more downs
your emigrating
made me.
And
now I roam as spirits
do
in the wild nights
to be in soul with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem speaks vividly to me. You address your father, dead some 20 years, intimately and quietly share disappointment but there is no trace of dejection just a wistful mood of time lost forever and a father's ghostly presence. And you realize your mortal life shares a spectral quality with the dead which makes communication poignantly possible.