"Jarring disjuncture"by Sofia Kioroglou
As wide asunder from pole to pole
My Eastern and your Western
in jarring disjuncture I am breaking
laying to rest the yawning divide.
East is East and West is West
and never the twain shall meet.
In dissonant chords and yodeling voices
My North I cede to your South.
The ice is cracked open
melting our hemispheres' differences
into oblivion, engulfed eternally
in an ocean of seamless convergence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From pole to pole! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much Edward! Have a nice week ahead!
Thank you Edward! Be blessed