I've send my shadow around the world to seek me
under wood and under stones, in the eyes and on the lips,
into imagined dreams, in other's people lives
in the mouse's hole and in the bear pit
And still standing on my own doorstep
and I'm afraid to knock at the gate
I do not know is there anyone to open the door?
And the time is a river, it's knot of water
it tangle and disentangle again and again
you cannot keep it even when,
with madly hope, hold out hands to the waves
and all sins thrown through the water
welcoming you as corpses of the drowned
on the banks of the future...
I've send my shadow in the world to seek for me
and do not know
how would we recognize each other if we meet
because do not know whether I had sent it
or I leave it to waits here, at the threshold?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem