In the seminary
the Prefect
saw to it that we
become buddies of
the faith
in the university
we were put in the
same class
and we had only one
book for both
of us
it wasn't easy of
course
how i hated his guts
and how he disliked mine
he asked me why
and i told him ' how would
i know? '
and he fell silent
knowing that he felt
the same for me
and when we both left
the seminary
we really felt so
dumb and free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very deep and thought provoking..