Look at the girl in the corner
Look how she sips her tea
Look at the book, all dusty and old,
That she brought to this lively party.
Look at the girl so secluded
Look how she sits with the kitten
Look how she rests with a notebook in hand
Wonder at what she has written
Look at the girl who is friendless
Look how she studies the cliques
Look how she peers over top of her book
As if she intends not to mix
Look how she watches the quarrel
Look how she understands grief
Look how she straightens, concern in her eyes
Look how she brings relief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Bailadora. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.