one sometimes fear
leaving an academic life
seeing the world
through a thick reading eyeglass
sleeping with books
surfing on the net
writing treatises and
too legalese
side tripping with literature
and floating with
poems on wild imaginations
on the clouds of puff
and huff
one fears that after
sleeping with books
night after night
dating with the lampshade
headboard
one finally loses what is more
important
than these prints and
paragraphs
when finally she is gone
dating real people that she can touch
and feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem