Holidays are done
The regular year begins
Morning happiness ends troubled sleep
Days of work begin again
Time is mine to think and write
The world and its beauties
Waits to open before me
Disappointment and defeat
Have not yet conquered my delusions
It is good to begin again
To be free to write once more
To dream again
Old as I am
And despite all the sense
Of how often I have started this way
And gotten nowhere in this
Still it is good to begin again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem