It does not matter if I leave a comment for Sharon Olds
This poet who takes breath from me
Her greatness is secure.
She requires no adulation.
She requires no crowd.
In heaven if I am lucky, perhaps I will be allowed to sit at her table
Listen to her conversation with my betters and learn.
Always the freshman learning from my betters, even in heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem