Once again I looked at myself
in the mirror.
Once again I was overcome by
self-pity.
Where are the hard manners I demand
from myself?
I take hold of my mirror
and leave.
(Translated by N. Ullrich Katalin)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An experience many of us have had. Thank goodness for our metaphorical mirrors.