Mirror's reflections walking about in the midst of
yesterday, seeing images of old oak and birch trees
that I used to climb in younger days, filled with
hope and enthusiasm.
Dreaming and wishing all sorts of childish things
that I wanted more than anything else in the world,
looking back now, realizing that very few of them
were ever fulfilled.
Not mattering then because there were so many other
fascinating ideas to pursue.
A little life of elated spirits, racing into all
aspects of nature with a joy of increasing feelings
in an interior universe, expanding into reverberations
of an awesome youth.
Remembered even today, with a vision that is never-
ending inside intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem