I didn’t want to go
back to where I
left you,
but I
did…
found you
more bruised
and battered
than before -
though
you
were
bleeding,
your eyes
still
gleamed
you insisted
in hoarse voice
your fight
against life
would continue
until you
overcome
your need
for assertive
selfhood
you are
intent on
becoming a
modern saint
of womanhood
I can’t
stand the
orchestration
of your own
demise
conducted
by yourself…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another flawlessly brilliant piece to which I can find no fault. The musical analogy of life being metaphorically a conductable entity is nicely done. After all, who else is the best conductor (Interpretor) of his/her own life than the individual whose life is being thusly orchestrated.