Against these stones
I've built a home,
Surely they will hide me!
For here I've found the slightest brook
And no one knows,
No one knows it's mine.
Because you see,
At the quietest hour,
Where the world curves,
There, yes there!
The terrifying light will burn
And the waters will glisten,
And it shall be known
I built my dwelling
On these stones,
But it will no longer matter.
Because just before they crush me,
And the brook consumes me,
Not a moment sooner,
I will have seen the sun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I fell in love with your home on the edge of the world where the waters of the brook glisten in the rising sun---so lovely to be the place a person dies perhaps at the hands of a thoughtless mankind---top marks