by Freeyad Ibrahim
to make a poem on of the human conscience
would be to merge all epics
in a single epic
transcending all
conscience is the labyrinth of
illusion
desire
and pursuit
the furnace of dreams
the repository of thoughts
of which we are ashamed
it is the pandemonium of sophistry
the battlefield of passions
to peer at certain moments
into the withdrawn face of a human being
in the act of reflection
to see something of what lies
beyond their outward silence,
infinite space that each man
carries within himself
wherein despairingly he contrasts
the movements of his spirit
with the acts of his life
Freyad Hugo
(Dutch writer, novelist, poet)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem