Having picked the final datum
From the universe
And fixed it in its column,
Named the causes of infinity,
Performed the calculus
Of the imaginary i, it seems
The body aches
To come too,
To the light,
Transmit the grace of gravity,
Express in its own algebra
The symmetries of awe and fear,
The shudder up the spine,
The knowing passing like a cool wind
That leaves the nape hairs leaping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her ’Antidote to the fear of Death’ I find consoling, as one facing death from cancer myself..