I gaze at you.
You gaze at my mirrored image.
Or is it you I see,
or another
Yet another mirrored illusion?
Fearful is this hall of mirrors.
Dare I cast the stone I carry?
Would it be tinkling glass
I heard?
Or a soul shattering?
1985-6
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem