Yes, you honeyed your tea
or sugared your Kenya coffee,
but did you sweeten your outlook?
Are you a softie;
can you cook?
Or do you drink it black
and drink it in the dark,
reading your Rilke,
so immediate, so stark,
both rough and silky.
Are you lofty,
thoughts like cave bats
fluttering in your brain,
or do you crave stats;
are you sane?
As for me, it’s all day-to-day,
I change with the weather,
I shift from mood to mood,
both linen and leather,
constantly renewed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sonny, love this poem to bits. Wish you would post more often.10/10 Ian