A GOOD MAN STARES BLANKLY AT THE WALL
A HOLLOW STALKING
MARKING HIS HEART
MAKING HEAVY IT'S EVERY RISE
AND FALL.
A GIRL BEHIND THE SHOP COUNTER
LOOKS ON CONFUSED
AS THE BIG MAN BREAKS DOWN TO CRY
SHE IS ASKED,
BUT KNOWS NOT WHY
A GLASS OF WINE LEFT WITH LOVE AT NINE
IS POURED AWAY IN THE MORNING, AGAIN
AS HE GRABS HIS COAT
AND WALKS INTO THE MORNING RAIN
this is the best of your poetry I have read so far, there is a haunting theme of unrequited love and an element of intrigue from shop counter to wine not consumed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In such little words, , , , , you have spoken the universe As Terence states this is one of your best pieces which can be felt deep within.