(A prophet is without honour in his own country)
Jesus Christ
Oh, lover of honeycomb boys
Lost within turbulent love
That dare not speak its name
Imprisoned two years hard labour
In Reading Goal with only small barred window
Giving patch of blue keeping you sane.
Dying disgraced alone in Paris
Crucified without a lover's farewell kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Somehow it works. Nicely written well done.