venerdì 14 giugno 2013

UNLESS THE GRAIN OF WHEAT DIES - Self-translated poems 5

they’re moonstripes
my tears
for you

Unless the grain of wheat
I never knew
falls into the ground and dies
that the heart
can sing
beyond the pain

But if it dies
My love
it bears
go in peace

And these are my last tears
of moon
that I weep
my love
for you

  La versione originale della poesia è in : Variazioni su Tema

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