Something is listening
So many voices
So much talking
So little space,
Plenty of walking,
But no arriving;
I wade and call and reach.....
but no breach
Through the silent air-or in the silent air
For there's nobody there
But something is listening.....
And behind the wall
Is an empty cistern
And wide in the sky
Is an empty eye
And for all my striving and all of my trying
Nothing is safe in the hand
Or safe in the pocket
But my dead man's curl
In this bent locket
So many voices
So much talking
So little speech
Plenty of walking
But no arriving
I wade and call
And reach
But there's no breach
Through the silent air-or in the silent air
For there's nobody there
But something...
Yes...something is listening.....
And behind the wall
is an empty cistern
And wide in the sky
Is an empty eye
BUT SOMETHING IS LISTENING....
For all the strength
I spent in my striving
Nothing is safe in the hand
Or safe in the pocket
But my dead man's curl
in this bent locket
BUT SOMETHING IS LISTENING
Silence..Somewhere spoke? ...
And something is listening.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In an original way, 'drama' development …nice …