Allow me, just these tears,
which well up, from inside
redden around the eye.
With face flushed,
and, stammering, speak of
what I most loved, and then lost…
For, if nothing else,
through such sorrow,
God, I have earned them…
So, allow me this rumination,
this reminiscence,
this languishing of the past.
To indulge, completely, in this self pity,
for, there is not one other who will…
JT 6/30/07
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I would like to translate this poem
....a heart-felt expression....10