The other day you said to me,
“Sift through all your memory
And tell me, if compelled to decide,
In which confine you would abide
(If in a thought you could reside) .”
I pondered long, but my reply
Contained slight traces of a lie;
For ‘twas improper that I should reveal
That my mind, from me, sought to conceal
Remnants of you – and desires, to steal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem! ! I like this! !