Poems

The Burden of Life

The weight of life!
I liked to feel it (the weight) as you did/in your way
and to hear it (life) grow inside me,
in living flesh,
 
I didn't only want to tear/rip your wound,
I didn't just want the patient vocation
of the farmhand/ farm labourer,
but, also, that (vocation) of the earth
and which is yours.
 
Assume/take on love like a profession/service
where you have to take great care,
 
repeat it until perfection,
repeat it as many times as is necessary
until inside it everything lasts
and has meaning/is acceptable/ is right.
 
Let inside it the sun grow
until late,
let it be the wing of the/your imagination,
the house of peace/agreement,
 
only never let it be left over/ remain
so it doesn't become memory