the devil's nightmare

Hi all, still sick, but still determined to put some more posts here on Steemit. Haven't had much time to read and comment on others' posts, as work has unexpectedly picked up these past two weeks, but I'll see what I can do.

I guess my last post wasn't really anyone's cup of tea, so here I am back to posting old (and translated into English!) poems of half a lifetime ago.

This one I actually remember what it was about, and I'll say that it's relevant to my current condition

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The Devil’s nightmare

I know of this thing
that breaks all nighttime serenades;
that smites all cornerstones right in the axis of symmetry

This thing is something paper does not hold
even though it is related to air

It’s something that even specters may fear
or have feared once

As it comes when night starts flowing
from the slopes of the cherry orchards
like a nightmare astray

You likely won’t suffer the way Odysseus did
and the zone of truth will become you
just as shadows become riders and horses

We’re all in this together
one of us against countless of them,
all those particles of a nightmare astray

Like leaves plotting together in a canopy
like songs both sung and lost
like the sun setting over the slopes of the cherry orchards

This thing as well will come only to go away

06 AUG 2001

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so, do tell me what you think! or not.

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