Words

Words

 

Woman lived immortally

and the human-being in the glory of maturity

became a drop

and the plan of birth

spilled on the road.

Man died lovingly

So graceful

so graceful

is woman's figure

with the curve of pregnancy

immortally

and every breath

hanging

on the cords of larynx

interpreted man's reflections,

and words were born.

" In the beginning was the word ," it is said.

And this is the secret

of the immortal connection of man to words.

I have seen the human larynx

work miracles

the moment man cries out,

his cry promising

the song of liberty-

It is a miracle

and the miracle

is the proof of existence.

behind the door

cries a newborn-

this

is a cry familiar.

the walls rush in passions

to respond to feast of doors,

the walls

replete with the eloquence of numbers.