(Translated by Anthony Weir and poet)
I am the Nymph of the Pool of Tears
Where you wash out your shame each night
And you trouble and stain my water
And you wait
And I wait
Until the swans hunch their heads in their shoulders
And a stillness settles on the pool
And you talk
And you sleep
And I, the Nymph of your sleep
Begin to renew
Your sodden body
With my tears.
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Nymph
In the pool of my tears
you come every night
to wash your shame.
you stir and stain the water
and wait for me till
the swans hide
their necks in feathers
you talk and go to sleep
and I in your sleep
renew your tired body
with my tears.
Thank you for your verse of my poem. I am very grateful to you :)
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