We’ve all got history on our hands …
But through debauchery and plague
“I will survive” (as Gloria sang)
Survive with ease, survive with rage.
Reducing love to touch once more,
Preserving safe within the head
The subconscious and its niggling sore,
All tightly bracketed away.
Within me Europe’s felled by Asia
And freedom weeps for loss of rights
And my untamed imagination
Goes pale at what’s before our eyes.
But I swear by what is best to swear by,
Through long nights of prophetic vision,
That I’ll survive (oh, yes) survive,
Strong
as the moss that thrives
Translated by Robert Reid