Lo I am jealous of the dead,
Their sins all forgotten;
Flowers at their head.
Lo, I am jealous of the dead-
For they will never be lonely.
Lo I am jealous of those live,
Their souls begotten;
The gifts they can give.
Lo, I am jealous of those live-
For I am not their only.
Wow; there is a sense that I am hard pressed to decipher running through my mind after reading this (3 times) , that seems to be saying, or feeling, that jealousy is a very human emotion that like love connects, mysteriously, the living, the dead, everyone, in a sort of non-physical way that is beyond yet within every bit of our being. Tremendous poem Patti, I love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this poem taps at the conundrum of Jealousy. No matter where we are or what state we are in, there is the tendency to compare. The last line is interesting. For I am not their only. One a simple comparison. I love how the two stanzas relate just by the sounds of the words you've chosen: only and lonely....similar in sound and meaning....but not the same. Who is the speaker? Is it a soul?