Оригинален текст
A week of moments ? a clutch of days
ten thousand minutes of a passion play.
medley of quavers informs the tune.
it's all too much: over all too soon.
Sweet condensation on chilling wine
traveler's palm, flamboyant tree
fast photos ripped and lost consign
a week of moments to faint memory.
A week of moments plucked from the page
found far horizons, a sunset stage.
suitcases bulge, in silence packed
a chapter closed: no looking back.
The lightest touch upon my arm
no fierce restraint, no call to stay.
hushed room maids glide like pawns to king
with pool attendants in chess piece array.