What has happened?
language eludes me
the nice specifying
words of my life fail
when I call
Ah says a friend
dried up no doubt
on the desiccated
twigs in the swamp
of the skull like
a lake where the
water level has been
shifted by highways
a couple of miles off
Another friend says
No no my dear perhaps
you are only meant to
speak more plainly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful piece of retrospect...... i think most struggle from time to time