Voices at a small
New Year's party. Guests speaking
throughout the house. Lukewarm
middle age settles in.
A Teacher's and branch water
on the desk, photo stories
in magazines and a few books.
The cherry-red space heater,
riddled air and dry exoneration;
loosened tie, open housecoat.
The great tub, a long hot soak
like non-swimmers in the shallow
end of a pool.
The BBC broadcast of coastal
weather and shipping news;
calm along Dover, starless over
the British edge of North Sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem