LINES AND POEMS
Lines and poems
Flow from my pen and mind
And I go on and on
An old singer of his own long song
Not waiting to die
But knowing
Sooner than I believe
The old flow
The simple single song
The beauty of the morning
The light inside
Will no longer go on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AN OLD SINGER OF HIS OWN LONG SONG - that is a wonderful self projection! You can be gratified you articulated your own - perhaps final - self-image so clearly and completely. The four phrases at the end which define your humanity are precious and quietly triumphant. BTW I ended a poem with a projection of the self I want to be. It goes: I will be just zealous man who loves silence praying in an empty catholic church. And this old man will know from years of silent prayer how it hurts is how it heals. (Notice the c in catholic is lower case!)