Silent noise
Wise foolery
Happy grief
Long brevity
All is in you
You grate your teeth at me
And there is that agitation
In your soul
You feel I am hurt by it all
And hence your sick joy
It is brief, but you stretch its keep.
Late haste
Spoilt remedy
Failed victory
Heavenly hell
Allis in you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Samuel. Now I'll re-read it several times!