A brief encounter which swept me away
And threw me into a whirlwind of destruction
Surging against the tides of reason and
Rational emotion.
Commotion and confusion reigned
Ripping apart all forged emotional ties,
Being obsessively emotional but not really feeling at all
Denying all that was rational and living
Everything that was not
I teased fate with the cutting edge
And looked in the mirror til I saw no reflection,
Only the whirlwind which carried me on
Until I almost had no further to go
Then I looked once more in the mirror
And realised it was I that carried the hurricane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I teased fate with the cutting edge And looked in the mirror til I saw no reflection' This is go beautiful