My lady has a wrinkle smile,
When she spots me I cannot see
So I stand there blinded for a while.
As I stand there like a post, she will come up to me.
‘How are you today? ’ is what she will say,
And I will respond, ‘I am doing well. And you? ’
Thus the dance of our words shall begin this way,
With a curtsy and a bow, this wordily woo.
We talk. I think to myself: I fancy her… does she fancy me?
Oh this uncertainty, which is stifling,
Our words take a step, dropp back, and twirl like a bee
But the words themselves are trifling.
If only I would say how I feel,
Open the flood gate of my heart, and bring forth words which are real!
open the gates and open the heart True love shan't never be apart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this one very much. Keep up the good work, Yeats. Jonzo-