Touch a bone
From the countryside, I was
Wondering yet builder of dreams
From breaking of the day
Till the night to cover the sea
While different worlds confronted me
A touch of a bone I would say
Without word to untie the mystery
To the breast hidden without rest
Devoured flesh and beaten thought
And trapped spirit twined force
Apollo wondering with Cupid
Searching for love without beauty
And of Pluto in the nether world
Burned torch but can’t see the way
Alas, moon lay on the day
And so long to taste the gloom
While the sun slept nothing to give
To the man in search of his name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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