November 1st Poem by Bernard Dewulf
November 1st
The dead assembled today
They came and moaned up to my head.
My son gave his words to everything,
my wife was lying, sleeping as a grave.
Every year the flowers went by the windows.
It seemed as if I had never been so present before.
I was sitting among all the others,
near my child naming, yet I was not to be found,
in a heated room full of names.
English version by Sapphire/Ramona Lofton
A brilliant poem, but very thought-provoking one, and translated, well that must be worth 5 Stars full. I have enjoyed very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Congratulations being chosen as The Poet Of The Day, today. Most deserving poet. I am very happy for you, dear Poet