Skyscrapers in the night, lighting the evening
horizon, black hanging in a vertical background.
Darkness playing in the light with no idea of
it's frightening aspects.
Lights burning brightly through windows way up
high, a black darkness staying just outside it's
deadly realm of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brilliant evocation of sheer terror - when everything that consoles and comforts us is withdrawn and what's left is impossible to process. Actually the tone here is quite impersonal; you create powerful images and let them speak for themselves. By not interjecting any personal feelings yourself, you put the whole weight of this vision of Darkness in the reader - AND BOY YOU'RE GONNA CARRY THAT WEIGHT A LONG LONG TIME! I am strangely moved by this poem.