What is this road that separates us
across which I hold out the hand of my thoughts
a flower is written out at the very tip of each finger
and the very end of the road is a flower which walks along with you
translated by Michael Benedikt
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That is beautiful, and I am trying to interpret the meaning. What does it mean to you?
My thought is he wonders what it is that keeps them apart when all his thoughts are filled with love for her and he reaches out with those thoughts of love offering to accompany her through life.
Truly beautiful… It doesn’t seem too dadaist… I love it Leonard! Aquileana 😀
Thanks, Aquileana. I’m glad you, too, found it beautiful.