To hope
Charlotte wrote; I quote
Story, of talking "to" the "hope".
She, Smith and Nader
and Peter (all greats)
and Catherine
belong to, same time lapse.
she was born in London,
the rest are Persian; or Russians.
One poem and so much?
few words and so long?
magic lies in this art
a trip and return to the seen,
to the read and to touch;
memories?
Memory is a vase
it is urn
full of wine of conscious,
having learned
having seen
having read
and the will
and wanting,
hope, hope, hope
"Peace on Earth."
Russians talk of sisters
Love and Faith, also Hope.
First died soon
then went next
Hope remained:
"Nadezhda."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem