I’ve spoken
to polite applause
to creaking chairs
& swinging doors
from halls with half a thousand
down to rooms with less than ten.
Of all of these
Without exception
The one I’ll always like
Was your generous reception
When I picked up the mike
(for I was truly happy, then) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How can I praise this neat poem through my seething green envy...?