'On the day when a woman as she passes before you
emits light as she walks, you are lost, you love.
But one thing remains for you to do:
to think of her so intently
that she is constrained to think of you.'
- Les Miserables Chapter IV-Victor Hugo
I have built my life on dreams,
on wishful imagination; and I have tried,
I have tried as Victor Hugo suggested,
to think only of you,
to think only of you
so intently
that you are forced
to think
of me.
It has not worked,
and if it did,
I am afraid,
I am certain,
you would think,
I’m crazy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If it had worked, that love would be not be long nor good for you... A fine piece of work here, Bill...like the tight cropt structure... I detect a smatter of the abstract, and it works nicely.... FjR.