Or possibly it is going
to a black area,
lifting the load of the world
on a long voyage,
a strenuous journey to an
indistinct hope.
It is painful to write
about ethos,
not belonging to land
and period.
It is a glorified importing
of unfamiliar sensibility
into the fabric that is local.
It is a talk of pain
and nostalgia of men
living outside,
and yet speaking of rebirth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem