I press my fingers against
The rain-stained glass.
My breath leaves
A wet white fog.
Long Time
Hours Cold
No one see my pain,
For I have hid it in my heart
And stand out in and with the rain.
Your poem gives emotional pain a human face. It struck a nerve. It is a sad yet poignant poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a vividly sad and beautiful poem, Mr. Yeats. You express an emotion/feeling/mood that strikes us all every now and then. Lovely.