Absence Poem by Jahir Hasan
Absence
I climb up the ladder
leaning against the yellow tree in me.
I see people are enjoying theater in my world
asking,
Where is Beckett?
Godot has Come.
Beautiful poem Jahir Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
Mario, thank you so much for dropping a little dew on my poem. I have read some your poems. Those are interesting too. I hope we will exchange our views. Take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 5:12:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The second stanza can stand quite alone (as it does on your poet's page as a quote) . So the puzzle remains, why climb a ladder that leans against the yellow tree within the self? To reach a higher self seems possible. For perspective. Beckett might approve these ideas. Then, the yellow tree? I'm stumped (no pun intended) . Random absurdity? That sign that Godot as arrived. Perplexing.
Lantz Pierre, thank you so much for your valuable comments!