They told me once I must not.
Yet my thirst for eternity rose—
an unquiet cry from the chest,
shivering like rain, striking like thunder.
I said farewell to those
who left me lonely in a crowd;
in my heart they lay as dead,
waiting for some resurrection.
Those un-resurrected bodies leaned for my speech—
hungry for the sound—
and I gave them at last an eternal goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem but so incredibly sad. Well written.