the sunrays fight it out on the window pane
banishing cold shadows to beech corners
passion kisses heat against my neck
its magnifying kindness radiates through
opaque glass, surprising me,
drawing me to turn and see:
diamonds forming out of shadows
expanding harmonies of prism, colour kaleidoscopes
the pastor’s sermon strokes in Rembrandt tones
morbidity burning in its own slaughtered light
while a congregation vanishes in the background
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem