A suicide in front of a mirror.
A frightened soul.
The wind moans in the black woods.
The night's tempest tears my heart from my chest.
My spirit, you are the Flying Dutchman,
always returning to the primal darkness,
getting drunk on the blowing of the wind!
A policeman blowing his whistle.
It is frightening to be a brother to the storm!
Frightening to be a brother to the silver sun.
Stay broken and slain, my spirit,
do not look to the dead slopes for salvation.
I walk through the woods. The tree trunks are black.
Two go leaning towards each other.
The black chasm of the universe above me.
I am leaning into it
and listening.
I walk through the woods. The tree trunks are black.
Two go leaning towards each other.
The black chasm of the universe above me.
I am leaning into it
and listening.
Notes
translated by Katarina Jerin
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thats was really good, keep up the work.
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I loved you poem not only because i have tryed to kill my self it is that the first I time I tryed I was in the forest.
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Spirtits blowing in the breeze. Loved the poem. thou word was true and the honor was mine.
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Can you explain the point that others before missed? Some curveball, huh. lol
Hmmm, sounds like one big metaphor to me. So not to ruin this for future readers. I will keep said thoughts about this to myself.
lol
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Wow, this one's a curveball huh? People missing the point right ant left.
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That was a great poem!! I just don't know where the mirror came in if it did. You need to explain more of the suicide in front of the mirror. I just don't understand why the tree's cam in instead of the mirror.
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Wow very nice.
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i loved it!
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ummm... it was different. not what i was thinking it would be cuz you took a walk in the woods and never really expressed the whole suicide idea with us but i like the idea of suicide in a mirror!
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I feel, if the character did commit suicide, that they did in fact do it in front of a mirror or at least near one. I feel the 'woods' part is a metaphor for the pathway to the actual suicide. Or perhaps not, but that's the way I took it.
A good piece that is translated here.
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good poem! keep up the good work.
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you have a lot of talent, you worded it lovely
"getting drunk on the blowing of the wind"
that was my favorite part
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awesome write. i loved it.
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that was great i loved it ur a great writter.
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It is awesome and I tottally understand it.
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gr8 job. needs more evidence bout mirror tho
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i dont understand this hommie, can u make it like clearer that u are in front of a mirror not a TREE. cause u know ur title is suicide in front of a mirror. and i do not appreciate u lieing to me, having me waste my clicking time to read ur lieful poem. i came here to read about ur mirror
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i like it
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this poem didn't rhyme, i guess it didn't have to, but yeah it was deep, lots or word that were repeated, i could have done better.
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ok
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This is deep, its incredible and cries out for attention
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this is deep and has a powerful soul i like....no love this
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