SONG IN FOUR PARTS
I
Mock my dreams
Tread upon my soul
This cocoon is not what it seems-
You cant see through the hole
Send me off
Wish me good
But trace these steps-
Watch my dust become fine wood
Walk past this spark
Don’t mind this zeal
But watch your back-
The fire that grows is real
II
Dear Mater, O Mater
(I Latin the word)
Thank you for the water
That you gave by God
But Mater, dear Mater
I wish that were all
I wish it didn’t matter
At all, at all
Those tempers, those brawls
With Pater et al
And things that I wish
Never to recall
III
Dear Pater, O Pater
I branch from your tree
Thank you for the roots
That nourished me, free
But Pater, Dear Pater
My leaves have changed hue
I feel and now I say
I will never be like you
And Pater you try
But a lot had occurred
While those voices rang high
With each bitter word
IV
This dance is my dance
Only I can perform
Who dares stop this dance
Will start a storm
I damn all the drummers
and distrust the singers who sing along
I pity the dancers
Who dance not knowing the depth of my song
When I from this murky stage go
Into the hushed night
My head shall not hang low
And my spirit shall shine bright!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very beautiful poem...thank you!