There was anger
And all the tempestuous excesses of our confrontation
And she said –
And I said –
And everyone said too much.
There were tears
And the agony of being unable to breath
For what she said –
And what I said –
And for the images scarring our memories.
There was ennui
And life had turned to gray sterile dust
Thinking of what she said –
And thinking of what I said –
And we were trapped in our isolation.
There was redemption
And we found our way through to a new balance
But what she said –
And what I said –
Is now enmeshed in the life we have yet to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robert - I read several of your poems today and liked them all. This one and False Spring were my favorites. I like it when poems surprise me with unexpected depth or a twist of meaning. With both of these the last lines are really sharp - all the world awaits... and - enmeshed in the life we have yet to live. Sublime. Thanks for sharing and keep up the good work. K