Had I been a river poet
Afloat the whim of currents fresh
Aspin in eddies free in movement
Awash in ripples headed West,
My head upturned to the stars
My hands like fins waving free
Oh the words I would have spoken
Oh the gifts endowed in me.
But I'm a creature of the land
Wetted by the perfume rain
Who skulks about, a mist drenched man
Who cannot float free of his stain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
alas, we can only have the longing singing in us.