i tried to understand
what you are talking about rainier
in that rain in that drinking
drop upon a wrist, rain over my head,
the coolness that comes, time after time,
this moment
where i realized that i am not a good teacher
of my own heart,
as i too dance under the rain
this cold night
alone and not so much a learned man
in all the aspects of my being.
how does one teach heart not to love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem