old bootblack recognized <br />without raising his eyes <br />nature of its customers, <br />only after their shoes <br /> <br />evenings when return burdened <br />thoughts reach before <br />welcoming me on threshold <br /> <br />and nights in which asleep sad <br />I have part of the most beautiful dreams <br /> <br />(translated from romanian)<br /><br />ion untaru<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-bootblack/
