not knowing why
we do love
swift and unknowable
letting ourselves
be moved by something wild
trusting completely
dropping to it
as if bones melted
shall we deny, when it is given?
damnation is that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Should we? I believe we have no choice, for as your last line states, damnation is the consequence. Excellent write Eila, and there was me thinking you hadn't posted lately? Smiling at you, Tai