the placenta of poetry.
at 35
still young and arrogant
but with some modesty
more fully fledged
in the void's vale
of dropping foundation blocks
into pools of quicksand
tenements are always prey
to vulnerabilities of one kind
or the other
if someone sneezes
I am uncomfortly cold
one sleeve of my pullover
is pulled above the elbow -
it is threadbare!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An intriguing poem with a hint of greatness.A kind of poem that you you have to read a few times to get down to the kernel of it. Each verse is a challenge and an exposition of our vulnerability.There is a thread of modesty and honesty in it too, especially in the reference to a threadbare sleeve.