Never, never on the moment
Have I spoken words so potent
traced my footsteps called to mind
scorched my memory tried to find
Just the perfect measure section
part of my whole predilection
Yet and yet I seem to falter
bloody-kneed before this altar
Imagine saying my conclusions
Falseness rightness, all confusion
Guide me forward steady me
Form the awful remedy
Now that turns me to the womb
Nor could I but choose this tomb
Or want this shredded bones and flesh
and find me heaped upon the trash
I warned me never take the step
but I was proud or blind – inept?
I was caught up in some history
water flowing deepening mystery
Blackened muddied I must be clever
or I’ll be speechless now forever
I’ll tremble, screech and cry and quiver
but then I’ll stand and so deliver
From deep within these hallowed words
a poetry of lurid curds
of sodden grasses rotten logs
of steaming passions mighty bogs
To surmise what is everlasting
through the sowing, reaping, thrashing
Churlish words for tender ears
for timid heart and blinking tears
And I at best can only tell
such a story very well
The truth of it is up to you
for conscience dictates what is true
And you will say I think I see
if in fact he spoke of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem