If in the midst of mannequin bombs
disemboweling pregnant insanity,
a poem of love should seduce your lips,
sing each soul-dazzling stanza
with such soft rapture as an angel might.
If your comrade's head should explode
while you sing with such soft rapture as an angel might,
bandage your heart with thoughts of simpler things—
mowing the lawn, washing dishes,
waking up dreaming in your lover's arms.
What can bombs know of the illuminated fields
so golden with heaven in your heart's sacred lands?
How can bullets hope to penetrate the armor
of your soul's endless capacity for love?
If death should suck the marrow from your bones
while you mow the lawn, wash dishes,
or wake up dreaming in your lover's arms,
remember: you were born a child of light's wonderful secret—
you return to the beauty you have always been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Just amazed at the beauty of this poem and wondered how a poem like this can remain out of sight of viewers(re-viewers) ? What love can do to a worried heart who has lost close friends to wars? Amazing power of love to dispel gloom from your heart and bring back beauty to your courtyard ! ! To quote from this great poem- - 'What can know of the illuminated fields So golden with heaven in your heart's sacred lands How can bullets hope to penetrate the armor Of your soul's endless capacity for love?