How do you start a poem?
Is it something bred inside you,
An Immaculate Conception
Waiting for a nativity scene?
Or does Christmas Day come first,
And then you speak your holy hymn?
Or could it be just on a whim?
A switch you can flick on and off,
Praying, in foredoomed hope, that your bulb
Never burns out
Before you can make everyone see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem