Wouldst thou then I should depart.
A hollow man without a heart,
a victim of thy cruelty.
Hast thou non, e no trace of pity.
They beauty doth ensnare young men.
Thou toyest with them heartlessly
The bored, thou bidst them forth again.
A maiden lacking all pity.
Thy turn will come and thou wilt lose
thy heart in turn to some young man,
thy beauty’s lure he will refuse.
Thou art surprised because he can
Hoist upon thine own petard
methinks it is thy just reward
(poeticpiers/31-May-07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever sod. I like it. A twig of Keat but all yer own! Thanks for comments! Me related to an Englishman? Nae chance..... Ha ha a joke. Stay in touch you. P