Into a new territory or the one we came from?
What lies in that territory or space?
A promised land or preparation for
East of Eden or some other place.
No fuss as we cross Tennyson's bar
just a rapid tide and flood to bear
us to the place none is back from to tell
of the Promised Land religions claim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem