by Meier
(translated by Denis Mair)
When you hold a youthful ideal in your arms
The weight of a sponge is the weight of wings
When lovers loathe to part from each other
When the waves of your career rise chest-high
When fruit trees have to flower and bear fruit
The weight of a sponge is the weight of flying
When seashells have to wash ashore
When tides have to ebb and flow
When April cherry trees must blossom fully
The weight of a sponge
Is a weight switched from the left hand to the right
When the American continent was destined to be discovered
When fingernails are destined to grow
When Giordano Bruno was destined to die at the stake
The weight of a sponge
Is the weight of one gram of gray matter
When breasts are destined to fill out
When vultures are destined to be desolate
When desert and oasis are destined to exist together
The weight of a sponge
Is the weight of a single cloud
In everyone's heart, the weight of a sponge
Is the weight of the blue sky
The weight of the sea
The weight of the air
And the weight of the blood
Of one heart yearning for another
I must quote from this beautiful poem- - When seashells have to wash ashore When tides have to ebb and flow When April cherry trees must blossom fully The weight of a sponge Is a weight switched from the left hand to the right
Sponge is something which absorbs- -Though its surface appears plain, it has big space inside to absorb. Human mind has tremendous capacity like a sponge.It thinks, dreams and executes different roles at various point of our life. A wonderful poem, your translation made it possible for us to read Meier.
Clearly the poetess has a busy mind In weighing different thoughts ... good piece of poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem Hunter sometimes puzzles me.Where did two of my previous comments go?
I see your two comments below. I also received them in my e-mail Inbox, and I knew they were yours.