A Record Of Familiarity... Poem by RIC BASTASA
A Record Of Familiarity...
i lived with her for 5 years,
we do not use any language now
the one that we constantly use
we are like a landscape
we know what is beautiful and
worthwhile yet we have never
spoken a word to agree about
all these. It is different but it is
also the same.
marriage has its own house,
its own garden. so many flowers
and yet you always have a
name for it. A record of familiarity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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