In the wilderness,
clouds scattering and dispersing.
No one beside me
but a little flower.
'Oh, Flower, why don’t you go to a park
where surely you will be pitied and loved? '
'I enjoy being here,
watching the ocean like a sky and
the sheep like clouds.
You? Why don’t you go downtown
where it’s bound to be more fun? '
'I have no wish to go,
for my dream is to be a lonely poet.'
'Me too,
for my dream is to inspire a poet.'
Beautifully written! You truly have a way with words. By far one of my favorite poems by you! KW
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I would like to translate this poem
This is magnificent. I can sense the Wordsworth, wandering, lonely....A 10