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There is a pain—so utter—
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
Around—across—upon it—
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sing this to the tune of the Bach chorale, O sacred head, now wounded.