They fly over like flagships of the devil
with messages between the dead.
Fighting to keep a straight line
they bring news to Ulysses,
then back again to Lethe
with his letters for the boatman.
Only the cormorant is allowed into hell.
That's why he stands with his wings out
on an unsheltered rock
imploring the heavens
to forgive him for all
that he's seen and heard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............a write of drama...yes the cormorants are wonderful creatures and truly I wonder if they are on a mission....enjoyed this imaginative write...