I and Lenore met.
We met…by fate or chance…but we met.
That was not the last bus home
but I had much ado that awaited me ahead
So then it happened that Lenore and I met.
We met… by providence or destiny… but we met
I was a slave of time, I was home-bound,
distance was her master…so then…
like a sweet reverie, Lenore quickly vanished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem