Many things mean more
As I add them up
Rolling time like cigarettes
Counting days til with you...
Making excuses for a grin, too wide
I welcome your next season
Sleep provides a respite
Sunflowers tip their blushing faces
Envious of what we have uncovered
Design a world for two
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
SUNFLOWERS TIP THEIR BLUSHING FACES etc. Instead of describing what the sunflowers SAW, you describe the effect of the revelation on them. That.s brilliant! Our imaginations are excited by their diffidence and see a feast of the senses, to change the metaphor. I like the way the poem itself functions as a veil keeping intimate things intimate It is a poem of suspended anticipation, rather than hasty satisfaction.