A wooden pipe is good
a simple pleasure
something for my mouth (a drawing in
that fills the mouth and indeed the whole head)
and so I need not talk
just nod or mutter hmmm, hmmm
if the idle talkative corners me
and a hat, a rough rustic hat
a generous one, ample
to bestow on one an air of ease
the beard too, ample
and contented with itself
and a look - an easy one, almost naïve -
that too is good
And then we - hat, beard and pipe, and look -
we can start on our journey of the self-portrait
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I need to talk! With my words to the world. Nice work.