I drift off
to the room of dreams
swaying on the rocking chair
with a cup of coffee
I open my casket with imagination
music seeps gently from the radio
setter stretches lazily
grasping the moment
of this summer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You and your dog - a lazy summer afternoon - you are drifting in and out of sleep - the dog is already deep in his type of sleep and everything else is paused. But the word " pause" suggests more than just a moment of time in which you drowse. It reveals your mind, poised between sleep and awake, is drawing energy from both states, and is perfectly at peace. That is how you grasp the " moment of summer" before it disappears.