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
Congratulations being chosen as The Poet Of The Day, today. Most deserving poet. I am very happy for you, dear Poet