I made the sign of the cross and other
Holy anachronisms that my name could not provide,
Then we cut out of the square dance and went to a private
Rink amidst the sun-vanished trees:
We drank of each others eyes, and drew each others thoughts:
And then I was sure that she would be everything that
I would forever know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem