If I could give you
The light that isn't seen
in a deep blue
of fish. If I could
give you an apple
without the paradise lost ,
a sunflower with no petals
and no compass of light
that will rose, drunk,
into the evening's sky;
and this page in white
that you could read
as the clearest hieroglyphic is read.
If I could give you, as
it is sung in beautiful verses,
some wings with no bird,
always a flight with no wings,
my writing would be,
maybe as the diamond,
stone of light without flame,
perpetual paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem