hey, did i hear you right?
that you want a world united?
it will never be.
men and things and states will never be
one in unity
I tell you, all you need to do
Is look at the five fingers attached to your hand.
Their lengths are not the same.
The lines of your palms scatter like some pins
Around the body of an urchin
Like some protective skin of the
isolating porcupine
Hey, did i hear you right?
you want these poets to agree upon themselves
their poems like common blue seas spreading
happily throughout all the continents?
that will never be.
look at the seas they keep on moving
without a common direction
do you feel these continents moving?
like glaciers always on the shape revising
falling and rising and moving and never stopping
you must learn the truth of our beings.
it is change, it is flux, it is the randomness of the atoms
it is growth and death, the wantonness of chaos,
it is the way the clouds take the shapes they want
the winds keep on blowing
the beauty of disorder, the sneezing and snoozing
these make you feel good, these make us truly
what we really are
do not put the sands united in the common grip of your palm
you know what happens, they always slip away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem