An early poem - I wasn't sure
Ruth-
Do I love Thee?
You are my koan
You are my rest and sword.
And so I bleed
My drops of rest.
You were my life
You are my life
You’ll be my life
You were, you are,
And you will be so,
Forever and forever.
And I’m as well your koan too -.
But do I really touch you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem