Sylvia Plath’s student
You tell me:
“Not rational, not logic”
Give me time, let me see, let me think.
I’m sorry, you are right.
You are more.
Have you heard of camels in pissing?
It is said, “As they grow their pisses further go.”
That is you and your mouth.
(Have no brain so no talk)
What was once a spring and too fresh, is now a swamp.
You gossip.
You look around.
You raise hand and index.
Then you blame.
You are blind to good deeds and good cause.
Not for once you have looked in your heart.
You don’t judge or question:
“What is mine of this fire and this flame? ”
You are bitch,
The bearer of the bastards and hatred,
You are whore,
And much more,
You are pain,
Not in neck but in ass.
Don’t expect a comeback.
Just forget.
That is it.
Let it end in this way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem