Incessant Light
μτφ. Sarah McCann
The incessant light
of the cold inner room
gave into oblivion
my heart
exhausted
how do you endure
the day’s exile
as you never learned whether pain
is a path or a place
just the swaying
of a naked tree
alone
and loveless.
of the cold inner room
gave into oblivion
my heart
exhausted
how do you endure
the day’s exile
as you never learned whether pain
is a path or a place
just the swaying
of a naked tree
alone
and loveless.
New Poetry in Translation, 1st issue, University of Connecticut, USA
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