NOT the whispering branch Poem by Tone Hødnebø
NOT the whispering branch
NOT the whispering branch,
not the cool wind
not the weak heart
But a voice saying: go home, go home
and home is a place in an insignificant soviet
A second later you are transformed
as you imagine the scenery you are deported
turn your back and never regret.
Your mind open thinking how your thoughts move
like a forest aroused, and the tree-trunks cut down, one by one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 2:58:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
