Today I was to write you a letter
a letter in which I wanted to understand something
but I didn't write it, it went too slowly
I wrote and I looked at my hand
how that hand was slowly drawing words
in that handwriting something like a house began
to grow - I wanted to know what it was we'd lived in
to understand that, I was to write a letter
but all I saw were the clumsy words
that I was drawing before
I understood them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem