Right on the night
Was it right the way I wrote the poem, the last time?
Is there a right way or is there a wrong way?
Or is there just my way of showing my insecurity as a poet?
Either way, I have begun again and begun again
Without a plan either for the start or the ending
Vague notions swirl around my brain, vague notions and
A firmer hope that it will all come right on the night
Does it ever all come right on the night?
That famous night when all will magically come right?
Well, not in my experience will it all come right on the night
A poem that is not poetic beforehand
will not magically rhyme on the night
A sonata that is not musical beforehand
Will not magically sound right on the night
It will need work much work to come right on the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem