I was so young and dumb
slobbering over you,
embracing the universe
like Columbus discovering the New World.
I thought to have found love,
but I hadn't,
I thought to have found the pain after love,
and before, and in-between,
but I hadn't.
I was so young and dumb,
just read the pretentious lines
of poetry kitsch.
But because I'd written them,
now I realize
how young and dumb I was,
how ignorant of what I wrote about.
I was young, but maybe not so dumb,
just a searcher so embarassing
to a grown-up know-it-all.
But you didn't tell me,
and that was wise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem