Free me from filth,
from rock, from silt
Free me from sin,
from stone and from guilt
Looking outward to hills
where the house has
been built
Give me a star, a moon,
and sand.
Free me from pain,
from disease, from strain
Free me from plague,
from age and from game
Looking up to the sky
where the waxing
moon wanes
Give me a pen, a pad,
and a brain.
Gosh, what inspired this one? I adore this style, which you have used to perfection. Saving this one for many future readings. Sort of a prayer for a writer, in a way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poets cry for freedom. Very well written.