(for Ellie)
Ol' bulldog, you're luckier than I-
you've reached your maturity with few scars!
True, you're older than I in dog-years-
but I bear the mark of a man's fist on my face,
I view the world nowadays from behind an eye-patch.
When the old wound throbs at midnight
and the memories of my profession come back to me-
how I long for a dog's life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great one! A soliloquy of sorts; the old detective philosophizing with his faithful brute and sidekick..yes I can see the screenplay now! Seriously, I did enjoy it.