In the world I live in,
All that I assume or see
Is not presented in full truth before me
The world I want to live in
Is sophisticated as can be;
I get the acceptance I want
For the humanities I divulge in;
In that world is my famous twin.
In that world every friend is a friend
You’d never expect to see…
Well, well, well, some expert on writing
Can relax as we have tea and coffee
As we sit amidst poetry in a bookstore
And discuss our lives
And poetry and literature and the weather and the future and the past and sewing and our families and
(Gasping for breath) writing together and
(Fearful of death) being friends forever.
Truths are knives.
They tear through my heart
Where I have kept these secret thoughts
That tie my veins into discouraging knots.
As a caged songbird, these are the secrets I sing;
I wish to chirp and fly away to another world
Where there is not a hint of chains on either wing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem