On Death's Road (Trans. Of Henri Michaux) Poem by Pete Crowther
On Death's Road (Trans. Of Henri Michaux)
On Death’s road,
My mother met a great ice barrier;
She wished to speak,
It was too late,
A great ice barrier of cotton wool.
She looked at us, my brother and me,
And then she began to cry.
We told her—though a lie—that we both understood.
She smiled the sweet smile of a very young girl,
Which is what she truly was,
Such a lovely smile, almost roguish;
Then the Mist claimed her.
one of the touching poems ever written. I liked it a lot. it is...unexplainable. keep on writing peace koni
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5/8/2024 3:12:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
one of the touching poems ever written. I liked it a lot. it is...unexplainable. keep on writing peace koni