Saturday morning, June 11,2005 11: 50 am; revised Sunday morning Jan.15,2012
"Now everything is everything"
- Lauryn Hill, "Everything is Everything"
She became our right ventricles, pumping blood into us;
she transited everything: the moon, the planets, the stars;
the warm summer nights, the trees, the rivers running;
she became everything large and small, inside and out,
a friend no matter how far, an enemy no matter how near;
she became the strangers we would and would not meet,
our futures, presents and pasts.She was successively
a window turned out into the world, then back inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem