... memory stays...
in ambivalent phases of regret and gratitude,
of lost time, of angst,
of love and passion,
of what-could-have-beens,
of endless ifs...
i could go on but only to cheat myself
of further possibilities...
- be a cynic or be gullible to take them all again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excerpt is the correct spelling. Do you mean the artic explorer Scott? A good write, a bit enigmatic.