Waiting for the working week to begin
Impatience rules
The largest quasar cluster has been discovered
Four hundred billion light years across
Its sunny but cold after a week of rain
Morning davvening has been done
Breakfast has been accomplished
If without full satisfaction
Errands delayed must be done
The pharmacy first of all
A call may come taking me to another work
I have a plan of the work I must do
The manuscript I must correct
And so far have avoided-
The week must begin
But I am reluctant to begin in it
I will walk out now to the pharmacy
I will be in the sun
I will waste time though a poem might come
But when will I really work?
Or will I delay?
The working week must begin sometime
Though I have had many weeks
in which I never really have begun-
Time is not on my side
I am seventy years old
Still the sun is shining outside-
Whether the week has begun or not
I imagine the largest quasar cluster is not any smaller
Four hundred billion light years
And I will never even journey through one of them-
Nonetheless I will soon go out walking to the pharmacy
The week in work still not yet begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem