though now in calendar be Spring
and then after a lethargy of pain
and after an interregnum sing I
my song be hoarse and dry.
Let it be so - so that it be sincere
For hypocrisy be not fast friends with
Sincerity
And
Should you put me to the choice
I dryness choose and sincerity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem