he is standing naked like the apollo
shamelessly revealing
secrets of a fig leaf
reflecting into the pier glass
will only testify the quiet admiration
for oneself
worth the narcissus
he is waiting
still half an hour to...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Associations and the great play on words. Strong point of the Poet. Very well. It is worthwhile reading.