great
the dialogues of plato
the true, the good and
the beautiful
rereading them
makes the monologues
of a woman scorned
so super
ficially inferior
but for a change
let me listen with one ear
the other listens
to Basia singing
I don't really mind
and there is really no need
to run for cover
freeze thaw promises
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem