In a strange village I stroll off, get lost
Useless at jigsaws, dunce at reading maps
A dervish snowflake in a land of frost
One corner leads to others. I accost
Each passing person. Some evade my traps
Or freely dispense errors at no cost
The streets look similar. Was that one I'd crossed?
No burning bush or fiery phoenix flaps
To aid my navigation, tempest-tossed
With people too I have this memory lapse
I scratch for recognition amongst scraps
Of meetings, greetings… neural pathway snaps
Nearer the Styx where horrid Cerberus yaps
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful inspiring piece