Joy shook my hand but masked
that I did not know his face~
Nor did I bother to unwrap him.
I had too many hands to bother.
I remember delight but when?
Himself refreshed but done.
Wandering in another town,
shaking hands and masked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont like 'cloaked' in the first line; i want it to be like 'put out' that i did not know his.. face? Soo good - tho, movement of this piece & how it ends with the title. Gosh you give me goosebumps. ~ ~ sjg