the white doves from the north
have already arrived
and now have roosted in his home.
they begin to talk, ' look you are lonely here
dove of heart, you must go with us
we are south bound
that is where our home is'
he finally says, ' leave me alone
this is my home, this is the home of my wound
i live here
and i shall die here'
the head of the flock says, 'let's go
we are wasting our time,
he is not one of us anymore'
the youngest of the flock thinks
' how crazy is he! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem