for Philip Larkin
Soundless dark of wakeful night
panic thrills the heart
and chokes the mind
with dread of dying
of lying dead -
white marble stone dead -
passed
beyond self
to nothingness
and nowhere.
Just energy burst free,
blowback
to the godless Universe
body to ashes
atoms,
and nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem