I had a best friend once
and a wife
with beads and blue eyes
the shine on everything
up and down we went
our eyes meeting equally
from time to time
until I saw something
in the dim edge of the horizon
a flower once thought bright enough to blaze
in the spectrum’s dimmest edge
but was instead
nothing but delusion
a dimmer star
I had to leave
I had to chase
I had to see
and so I got off
the bottom of the seesaw
I like this poem and the poet, although the first person I is all pervasive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this for its understated quality.