The pentameter of her speech,
the ease of her solos behind the beat,
and the silent pronunciation of her presence
Another excuse to consult with her,
feigning a passion for sums,
raising a plausible concern about auditors
Holding the budget compilations to my face for her scent,
reaching for her across an ocean
to a tiny, glass-walled island
where she is the grandmaster
who crushes me with a few moves
and I feel honored to be in the presence of greatness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem