A minute ago I was a child coughing: having had
too much of everything today, except for air.
Now I am an animal, feeling, tonight, perplexed—
I fled the outside, the cold, the lack of food;
I meant to enter a house, which I connect with warmth,
which my body told me was the appropriate move.
Instead I entered a person's mind. Like the child,
I am trapped: I have no will, no life to call my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem