The waiting and the impatience,
the pining and pessimism,
love’s words and silence,
logic and whim, the ‘will’ and the ‘must’,
when all is gone, there is life
and its ever-present complement
that it has to be lived,
never mind, how it has all come to this.
(1992)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem