I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.
And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:
Do you understand my dreams?
Sometimes you say you do,
And sometimes you say you don't.
Either way it doesn't matter.
I continue to dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No broken dream is well and good...so long as the vase kept safe. No fulfilled dream, is frustrating, but stays one's dream...thank you, Langston.