So disappointed in myself, thought
I had my temper under control, thought
I was turning into a compassionate person,
but no
Although the ladies prayed for Rudi, and I
am so much obliged; when they came with
irrational demands for contributions and
serving tea
At one of their functions, I got so angry, my
face started to burn, my heart nearly left my
chest, I felt like killing all of them then and
there
What a horrible, passionate person I am, how
can I learn consideration and self-restraint, I
HATE these functions so much, but there is
no need
To be furious, as soon as Rudi is back, I’ll
channel all my energy into loving him and
maybe these angry spells will be less intense;
that is
If these ladies do not wish him secretly dead
after my murderous look, I can’t understand
why I’m such an unteachable person, why I
have no natural love
For sweet, simple, idiotic humanity…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem