in return for the time of joy insight and reflection
I give away a portion of my dreams
about the substance already written down
with a fountain pen and ink
for those fleeting moments still remembered
I give away my voice as a whisper
as a pencil held by an artist ready for a new sketch
of a picture or a verse...
(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a truly glorious piece of writing. I really relate to the idea of gain and loss. A portion of our dreams seems to be lost each day.