Where you sink, depth no longer is.
It is enough that I transport your breath
Within a single reed for a seed to burst
Beneath my heel upon these sands.
All came of a single blow of which nothing remains.
Nothing but the mark on my door
Of the embalmer's burned hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A single reed for a seed to burst! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It's a bit since I did a translation. Jacques was much into Egyptology.