Slightly offended by shortness of it,
Looks at himself in her eyes.
Heavenly better than 'beating the meat',
And hellishly strident were cries.
Who was the first who the tristesse proclaimed,
After the run of the sex?
Somebody weak, by tragedies maimed?
His life must be surely a mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hellishly strident were cries. Somebody weak, by tragedies maimed? His life must be surely a mess. Emotions indescribable……… you are trying to put it into a poem. Psycholgoical, physical, emotional and in the feeling level your poem has a great value Thank you dear poet. tony