what shall i recall on the
29th?
shall i recall the squander
of time
and remember how fruitless
is the tree of time
how lushful are the leaves
how strong are the trunks
and yet so fruitless
like someone might have said
that this tree deserves to be cut
and burned?
on the 29th
what shall i tell you about myself?
i shall tell you that i have lived so fully
that i have not wasted all the days of my life
that i have done my duty
that i have kept all my responsibilities
that i have kept my word
to love you with all my soul, my mind, my heart
that i have not betrayed my promise
that i have won my wars
that i have fought loneliness
that i have chosen happiness
on the 29th
i shall throw nothing away
except perhaps this little party
for a few friends
i blow some pains
on those little candles
48 in all, and i will keep the 49th
still for the next
happy birthday to myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem