Bete- noire. Let's improve
the grammar. Words will never change.
Shoulder to shoulder the eternal pain jumps.
Can you invite a star
in the dark? The earthen lamps are
always trembling to throw bright light.
Can you swim in a poisoned
well, where are snakes and eels?
This was the spiritual bath after a black life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your images are so subtle but the impressions leave me dwelling into it for moments. This is what poetry's best effect is.