I missed reading their poems
These works of the great poets
Who revealed that I can do the same
I can be great too, if I become
proud of
my name.
I missed reading their poems
And I envy their works
And as I read
I plead
That I could also write my worth.
I was reading their poems
When I was empty, bare, and alone
So I’m gonna reread their poems,
rummaging through my cabinet
finding the little girl’s
little home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem