La vida

es una burla continua

a nuestra ingenuidad.

B.I.


POEM TO BEATRIZ IRIART BY THEODORE DANIEL RICHARDS





Beatriz
my poems are folly
compared to yours.
My poems are leftovers;
meanderings of green peas
that my fork
found to difficult to take.
But your poems
always clean my plate
and ask me for more.



Coatesville, PA, United States
Sunday, January 30, 2011