Here's another poem translated into English, again from my teen years. This time, I've tweaked/reworded it a bit so it resembles more of the style I currently use for my poems. Again, not a perfect translation, but it'll do.
I'm guessing I wrote this after I'd learned my lesson re: something teen-related. Probably not a nice thing, judging by the choice of words.
Here it is:
AN EGOTISTICAL SELF
Would I stand in your way
And tell you I’d buy your thoughts
While selling old tales and trinkets?
Would all my fictions then go belly-up?
Visualize words I usually use
you’d recognize news-bearers in them,
You wouldn’t want to hear a sound they make.
Would it sate my soul if you actually listened?
Would it break a couple of dignities
And shatter a loyalty,
But not my egotistical self?
It would
Open your eyes to how I see things
Blind to the good and deaf to the right?
Wrong
It would be better to assume
I eclipse anything that shines
Would you see me in a different light
If the sun sets while
I still dabble in words?
I did that, once, then.
Would it offend you to know
I’ve since buried that self,
It’s but a distant dreary dream.
14 December 2001
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There it is. Do tell me what you think about the poem, and how it resonates with you.
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