Swift is the Soul
swift and soft.
Remember it.
If you are alive it is because it can run
faster than Life
and pass through the holes of Death
unscathed.
Life follows you, slow and stiff:
panting, lagging, breaking at the ends.
But in time it gets used to your pace
softens, overtakes you - wherever you are.
Your soul slowly hardens and slows down
and this is called Death. Remember it.
Translated by Yannis Goumas
Life follows you, slow and stiff: panting, lagging, breaking at the ends.. coming to an explanation of death........at the end. using words, flow of ideas....... thank you. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Life follows you, slow and stiff: panting, lagging, breaking at the ends. But in time it gets used to your pace softens, overtakes you -..experiences that teach a poet........... and the lines he writes thus has great value.. life, love, struggle......... thank u dear poet. tony