It is the thing you offer.
With a golden ribbon;
You package
Nothing.
It is the thing you sigh
With subtle, lilting laughter;
You encompass
Everything.
I find
That in those eyes
Is a sweet jest.
We lie,
That for some time
We may find rest.
This day-
That for all eons-
Remains such as
This way:
That smile that beyond
As much as
I can bear.
Keep it there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem