A long night I spent thinking that reality was the story
of the human specie
the vanquished search for the vanquished
Sounds come by, ruffling my sould
I sense space's elasticity,
go on reading the books she wrote on the
wars she's seen
why do seasons who regularly follow
their appointed time, deny their kind of energy
to us?
I
why is winter followed by a few
more days of winter?
We came to transmit the shimmering
from which we came; to name it
we deal with a permanet voyage,
the becoming of that which itself had
become
Etel Adnan -1925-
The explication of this poem please