Song
Of
The
Desert
Thorn
Song
Of
The
Lacerated
Soul
The
Lacerated
Inner
Soul
Bleeding
Bleeding
Bleeding slow
And
Seeping
Parched
Throat
In
The
Desert
Out
There
There
Be
Thorns
Born
Of
The
Arid
Land
And
The
Dust
And
Wind-whirling sand.
Here
Let
Me
Let me alone
i
I with myself
I
Only
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are using what the Minnesota poet Robert Bly called the SKINNY line for a variety of your poems. He was referring to poems by Pablo Neruda and they were all in his BOOKS OF ODES. Now almost all of those poems are praise songs and the skinny lines helped him to pick up speed in detailing what delighted him. But your skinny line does not necessarily produce speed of delivery. But it does make the poems remarkably open and honest.There's no place for words to hide or get lost. Everything is transparent. In this poem images and feelings are weak, get weaker, dissolve, disappear, nothing left. It's honest... and desolate.