You are the optimist
The dancer
The rolling tide,
Up and down
Up and down.
You are the singer
But not the writer,
Telling people what they know
Only with a soothing voice
And a calm demeanor.
You like dances;
You like dancers.
I am not a dancer;
I am just a writer
And occasionally a fisherman.
I don’t like dances
I don’t like dancers.
I like language
And Vivaldi.
So call me a renaissance man
And criticize me like art;
But know that I am me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem