O now, as the evening sunlight flickers
Across your forlorn features, you lament
The wasted years. You claim it could have been
So different; if you had been born in
Another time and place, or if others
Had understood you, and your precious gifts.
Now you wander, like a pale ghost, from pole
To pole. O I emphathise with your plight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written blank verse.....10+++