alone in the house
early morning, it rains
and i stop doing the usual
and listen to
the patting rain beside my
window
a humming bird comes to join
flapping its wings
and stares at myself staring
to it too
i know now how an earthworm
beneath the humus
too sings its song though
no one sees how it does such
feat, such happy moment, too,
alone beneath
and so i learn, that even in
one's being abandoned,
if studied too well, and
adapted to it, the heart still
knows how to sing, the mind
still opens
like the rest of the other
lives to the world still gaping
oh, this inability to throw away
life, to still keep it despite...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem