Angst
Human angst has dominion that’s Asian.
It’s matured during immature years.
In my heart it’s a daily sensation,
as if mainlands each day disappear.
But my angst must be turned into longing,
into visions of dread and distress.
I have longed for mid-ocean disasters
and for wanton destruction and death.
I have longed for great cities on fire
and for races in flight’s headlong surge,
for break-ups the whole world was cursed by
and an earthquake that’s known as God’s scourge.
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ReplyDeleteglad you liked the translation.
ReplyDeleteit's so difficult with the concept of 'angst'- there is no english word for such a state of mind. same problem with the swedish poem by pär lagerkvist at 19.02.12.