I don’t know It’s too late I don’t want to by Gwido Zlatkes

A poem by Jerzy Ficowski translated to the English by Frank L. Vigoda. Text of Poem: I expect nothing except surprises all I can remember is how to forget Times and seasons tell me Stop and notice But I am a fast train in a head-spinning stasis I only stop to read that faded letter to which I am forever too late to respond A moment pleads with me love me a little just for a moment But how I don’t know It’s too late I don’t want to you stay I’ll go