It's twenty-four to five
and I will be making coffee
black as the coming night,
and with a big mug in my hand
will sit down before
the computer to drag
the translation of Celandine
by Edward Thomas
over the finishing line
drawn by my mind;
on one side raw,
on the other good enough.
And later I will come back,
and see all the problems
I missed when, relieved,
I declared it to be good enough.
This is the way with things,
but it's the only way
to get things done,
even these little things, in life:
Accepting imperfection at first
and later polishing.
29.10.2025
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