Through The Flower
Through the Flower
I can’t tell you the flower’s name,
Which is like your soul.
It must burn a deep scarlet,
Such flowers wilt easily.
And when its red charm is gone,
It wants to become young again.
And must deep down in the sand,
Fertilize with its own blood.
-Richard Dehmel
translated by Joe Bandel
wow im not even into poetry but thats a great read...
True poetry is of the soul! I love translating this stuff! Thanks for the comment!