But this, too, is essential:
That nothing you call consequential moves me;
That the differential of what benefits you’ve weighed against what costs
Leaves you lost in the ledgers;
Wander through the hedge maze for a while
Musing when you happen on an open space.
When you see your face in the arabesques
that spiral inwards on some flowerhead,
then let me know; I'll want to see it too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful writing; suggesting that emotions may be guided by hard economics. At least that is how I see this piece.