"Coffee is for the weak, " so he says. I
Daily enjoy a pot, full to the last drop,
And do nothing but write poems in the
Stead of stories short or long; for, I am
Terse without regret, and idle among
The ants and swollen bees, among the
wheat I write, the honey I drink with my
Coffee. "I am weak for coffee, " I say, and
Enjoy each daisy with a full pot…
...till the last drop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nicely conceived and written piece, Charles. Thanks