To mention you
Without knowing you
Is a bigotry-
For you have sensitive ears
And missing ancestors,
And nightmares in your sleep,
So do us all- My dear,
Though we are not allowed to weep.
When I come calling
In my distant sport,
Perambulating in the mad gardens,
Please do not be afraid,
But look up from where you sit,
And offer me your eyes,
And feel me on your lips,
But do not stand up
And come towards me,
What shame!
To mention you is bigotry,
For I do not know your name.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great work! A wonderful poem.... and a big fat 10! Roger.