La silence dans leurs yeux
a le spectre des ombres.
Shadows do not speak on main street;
do not hide the poor.
Les visages des pauvres peuples
sont les images de l’histoire
which never forgets l’ombre de la mort.
Love is the dernier desire
to travel seul dans le chemin de la vie.
Le nom of tomorrow est silence.
- Ben Gieske, Sep.7,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It would be easy to argue that there are many other things to be seen in their eyes besides silence, but that would be to miss the larger point you've so clearly and pithily made Ben.... You're right, and maybe it's the worst of all things to see there...... A penetrating, powerful and very sad poem. jim