not too long ago
I met a man who claimed to have
visited the shrine in my village
then I met another man who not only
claimed to have visited
the shrine in my village
but also to have made love
in the shrine in my village —he showed me
photographs of the Altar I adore
and sang me songs no one was supposed to hear
than me
so there was this man
who visited the shrine in my village and
that man who made love in the shrine in my village
and sang me songs no one was supposed to hear
than me
and since I lost the cowries in the diviner’s bag
I didn't know who to believe
except one thing that I do know:
my guess is that maybe
none knew neither my village nor the shrine
or if they knew it at all
every tale has a tail longer than that of the antelope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wooow, I submited a comment to this poem before but its not online... so here I am again... I felt I was there very closed to nothing and almost there where is every thing around.. but by the end I realized there is for sure something special for us behind all these moments but we can't get it until we get closed to nothing first =) ...right? I really enjoyed your poems.. it's like a special place I visit it whenever I need a warm hand to wrap my heart with peace... Good luck.