The book I am writing
Is a grave much anticipated.
Were I to make a list of what
Remains to me
It would be this:
THERE IS NO BODY LEFT.
Maybe writing a poem was the best thing
Even though poetry is good for nothing.
At times I thought
I was outside of History
Escaping from hard times
Just a damn illusion!
I succeeded at silence like the others
But I could not forget
The sound of each letter.
I know that a poem
Will not justify my choice
And that death
Cannot vanquish History.
So then
Why do I fear this book?
Translation: 2010, Constance Lardas
But I could not forget The sound of each letter. I know that a poem Will not justify my choice And that death Cannot vanquish History. Beautiful poem shared,10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know that the poem will not justify my choice and that death cannot vanqish history. Nicely crafted poem. I loved it. Thanks mam