Once I heard a good word about a poem of mine
I took heart
Perhaps what I write can mean something after all
Some stranger
Who did not have to be kind
Said a nice word
And it meant so much
I am old and cold and distant and self- protected
And in this escaping and denial I grow smaller
But the good word
The word from far away from a stranger
Means so much still -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice feeling well depicted.