Night remains now.
I wait for it to come.
Now
Dusk the Red has
Faded too.
So
The gay flowers
And
The trees bend
And
Are swayed by the breeze.
So
We
So
We, my Monsignor
We too,
Are faded
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The shadowy, almost spidery figure of the Monsignor has reappeared. If the POET SEER is like a character in Sophocles, the MONSIGNOR is one of Euripides. There is a distinct difference in intensities. The Poet Seer is the Tragic Hero who reacts immediately and wholeheartedly as soon as his moral self is summoned (My fate cries out to me says Hamlet as he follows the Ghost.) The Monsignor waits to receive or perceive the larger picture. His acts and words will be coherent. Although my sympathies lie with the Poet Seer, I fully understand the need for the cool intelligence of the Monsignor.