Outside the Norseman Pub in Dublin,
Time heard me thinking of dates
& events in one of its pasts. "What are you
thinking about those for? " asked Time.
Three Irish women walked by.
Their lilting, lovely conversation
played in the air like aural butterflies.
(I don't think Yeats would have liked
that comparison.) "See, " I said
to Time, "I can do the present,
too, so leave me alone." Highlights
in the women's hair shone.
hans ostrom 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem