I will not go here.
the lake swans
here
move and ponder
in drear of life
just view them
and you will touch drear
even in their long slow
moving necks!
I wrote letters to you
e-mails
gather them together
it be not difficult
and you will have
a Bible of politics
keep them
secret
for drear and humidity
of Earth
will turn around them
as a lustful snake.
because it burns
and the heart aches
and the breasts are
pierced.
the night tiptoes there
sweet thief!
ah! cut them these chains
of Earth
that I wander the Earth
as chainless animals
I will in greater peril
be?
For liberation from the
normal drear
I will exchange peril and
safety
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem