THE MIND DENIES ITS OWN DECLINE
The mind denies its own decline
It refuses to try to remember with difficulty and imprecision
A poem it once would have recalled easily and exactly-
It instead lets itself go somewhere else-
But on reflection it understands
Dying goes on inside even when denied -
The mind is still the mind but it is not as good as it was
And the body works more slowly too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem