she was a heavy writer
everyone of significance agreed
even weighty critics raved on
'passionately massive'
'astonishingly substantial'
'unforgettably impressive'
everything she wrote was heavy
her grocery list weighed 10 pounds
on dark days the laptop bruised her thighs
office floorboards and library shelves
were reinforced to hold her words
on book tour she hired a strapping porter
to carry her manuscript eventually
she traded up sent to the himalayas
for a seasoned sherpa she felt a little
colonial especially at sea level
once she tried to write something
giddy and frivolous almost comedic
it made her feel greedy and cheap
as if she sold her soul to tabloid gods
for her it was heavy or nothing
woe made her day gave her a lift
helped her count misfortune and
dismiss any lightness of being
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stephan, Wonderful Poem. A real pleasure to read. You're strong sense of voice carries well through-out all you're poems, hope to see more soon. Anyway, Tom