Like one building a high wall
Brick by brick
I build a higher and higher tower
Of hesitations
And stand myself up on top of it.
As I look down then, all around
From my portion of sky
Hesitating.
Hesitating.
To say
This is my fault. I apologise.
To laugh.
And cry, as all other creatures do.
From my tower
Amidst the Gardens
Of sweet fruit and bright flowers below
I see
The wife with whom I would not speak
An exciting stranger to whom I could not smile
A spirited boor with whom I should not mix
And all the fantasies at which I could only look.
Climbing.
Brick by brick
Rising
Over the plundered Garden all around
I hesitate.
Mop the sweat off my brow
And then build
A loftier tower
Brick by brick.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hesitating. Hesitating. To say This is my fault. I apologise. To laugh. And cry, as all other creatures do. very fine thoughts. tony