| = scissors | Anca Anghel Novac [07.Apr.04 20:36] |
| it's raining against the sky the clouds in my soles are crucifying me awaiting for salvation Aleks, I took the scissors and I cut part of your poem. ( …!?) Pleeeease don't be mad on me, but for me it sounds better like that. Try to read this poem loudly, feel the touch of the words on your tongue and pay attention to the rhythm of breathing after each syllable. In the meantime follow the meaning of your poem. I love the poem. | |
| = PilgrimAge into the light | Adela Popovici [15.Apr.04 15:15] |
| May I make some suggestions? Hope you do not mind, but this is how I would translate your beautiful poem: Rain is pouring out of me towards the sky birds penetrate their one-touch flight into the palm of my hand in crucifixion clouds awaiting resurection. Of course, just one possibility of many others. I´ll be back with more thoughts about some other poems of yours, couldn´t say exactly in what order, but you´ll just have to check them, ok? | |