I Look through the Monkeys’ Eyes

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I Look through the Monkeys’ Eyes

O walker, leave the path a while,
sit among the berry trees and vines,
water and trees and stone so white.
Here I, a boy and king, do lie.

My face cold marble, my hands, my feet.
I am dressed in ferns and fallen leaves.
I too never went far afield
I too once lived and breathed.

O walker, leave the path a space,
crush wild berries on my face.

Translation: Vivian Eden

AuthorAmir Or
2020-08-14T21:18:39+00:00 August 5th, 2020|Categories: Literature, Poetry, Blesok no. 130 - 132|0 Comments