mellowing down
with age
you are ripe
for this surprise
you prefer
now a boat
docked on
the shore
you like the
hammock
made of
soft threads
whiter
cloth
you do not
like a boat
sailing on
a stormy sea
too unlikely
of you
as a man
known for
his restlessness
you dream
of this purple lotus
growing
right there in your
lap
you dream of
a man putting
all his books
in one sack
how can i ask
what all these
signs mean?
with due respect
i shall take too
my last dip
in the sea of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem