Eyes weld open at the sight:
The last remains of my last write:
Torn and tattered; now revised.
Who, my heart, has circumcised?
Wet my cheeks and wet my brow:
The time has come. Oh Daddy now:
Happy? You don't know it. See-
How people steal My poetry!
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One day he'll read them all.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is an interesting write... a very dear thought from an young heart. Rema