Last night I read Alice in Wonderland,
once again her conversation with the
Crying Mock Turtle and the Gryphon
worked its enchantment
Gave me the feeling of being safe with
Alice in a magic context, a safe social
situation where wondering at marvels
is all that is required
To love and enjoy life - and -
I LOVED it!
I love this experience which is probably
illegal – no grown-up has the right to
experience so much joy in such a
little thing – I am privileged
To tell you about it without being ashamed
of this feeling, it would be unfair to demand
I give it up as other compulsory joys
do not work for me
Cannot be recaptured and relived
in the same scrumptious way...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem