I have given up Charlie Rose for Lent
The sparkling cognoscenti of the world
It is my terrible atonement
For all my sins of knowing
When I have known so little
While suspecting even less
Of sin's great power to rule.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is clear as crystal, despite my ignorance of the man himself (I did check on Google) . You don't waste words, Bill. I like that - and a genuine humility and gentle humour which shines through your work. Love, Allie xxxxxxx