Half past six in the morning,
the Sun is shining, and I
get up, put the coffee on,
go to the living room via
the toilet, and there
put the computer on,
sit before it and make
a half-hearted raw translation
of Christina Rossetti's poem
Somewhere or Other
waiting for the coffee to drop,
and then, as the minutes
have multiplied and
its past seven, I notice
how dim it has become;
the clouds have sated
themselves with the Sun,
and I realize also the birds
have started to sing in
the sudden gloom - and
that I, I have forgotten
my morning coffee.
03.06..2023
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