Steve Translates a Hayren from the German Book that Mike Gave Him
I envy him, who with love
Escaping with his lover in arms
Barely over the broken bridge
They leave but none of their charms
Rime and snow carries their steps
Their trail, to blur and harm
He finds his way to gardens
And love was new and warm
An Ode to the Frustration of Hayren Translation from the German Book that Mike Gave Him
Mike, you did this yearlong
How are you not berserk?
Eight lines took me all morning
I flail amongst mind’s murk.
Syllables don’t follow
Still, this is so much work.
And frankly, I am thinking
You kind of are a jerk.