CONTEMPORARIES
When Dylan was rising with his miraculous caw
And Streisand in the early glorious beauty of her voice
I was dreaming my dreams and getting nowhere-
All through the years
And in various ways
They have made a record of what they have done
While I dreaming never got on the board-
Now if I make it
Which I most likely will not
I will still never have all those middle years
And the long record of so many different phases-
Dreaming is not enough
And working is not enough
‘Giving it over' is essential
And I did not do it-
The story of their lives is traced out in their works
I have no story
I have no middle years
They did it
And I did not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Long records of different phases. thanks.