Still this grief
trees just below
where I will leap
blossom brightly
as does the
sun burst from
cloud dark
such sheen on
fragile things
blossom-flung
branches ripped
to street last night
the high howl
(or
was that me)
even this urban
crawl space sheer
utter
brilliance
daresay
Beauty
such would be blasphemy
not to say it to give praise
entire body the entire
crawl space the planet
nothing but grief
grief
all grief and quandry
unanswerable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem