I
Met
Adam
On
The
Road
His
Face
Was
Red
Deep
Red
He
Woke
From
Slumber
Of
So
Many centuries
He told
Me.
And
I
Fell
Dizzy
When
Woke
I
Adam
Had
Left
I
Had
Dazed
Sub-consciousness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem seems an account of a missed opportunity. It; s as if a seeker blinked the moment the Phoenix burst into flames and now erroneously denies the event ever happened. When your speaker falls asleep - for whatever reason - he loses the chance to hear the wisdom the first of humanity might have spoken OR he did not give Adam the sympathy he deserves and Adam must once again carry the burden of the ONE who lost PARADISE for the rest of us. Your poem reminds me of Goya's bitter statement, THE SLEEP OF REASON IS THE BIRTH OF MONSTERS.