FAREWELL

She had a very little world 
that she could hide it in her coat pocket 
or hold it firmly in her hand.

World, vast world, vaster was her 
imagination. 
In that little world fitted all 
Adventures, dreams, desires, madnesses 
It just couldn't fit fear, loneliness and frustration.

In that little world, she reigned 
unconscious of reality. 
Poor creature! 
She appreciated so much her little world, 
she lost track of this one.

When she realized, 
this world had turned, indifferently. 
And everything she had 
experienced in her little world, 
she hadn't in this one.

Her little world 
that used to fitted all 
it became tiny. 
And no longer fitted 
her adventures, her dreams, her desires, her madnesses. 

Reviews

[R.M.C]

There are a few small English mistakes but that's understandable... I must congratulate you on doing so well with English with it being your second language. I won't lie; us Brits take for granted that a lot of people speak English and so we don't try speaking other languages but I can imagine how hard it is to learn English on top of your native language (I tried - though admittedly not whole hardheartedly - to learn French and mostly failed and I couldn't imagine even attempting to write a poem in French), so well done. Now, enough of me rambling on, the poem; I really like the idea behind the poem, of having another world inside of your head (your imagination) and how that can mean and be everything for you and then suddenly become too small... I've felt both and can relate... well done again.

[Raquel Libório]

Thank you very much! It means a lot. You were the first person that read it.

[R.M.C]

You're welcome; happy to read it. I'm sure they'll be many more viewers over time.

[R.M.C]

I've made a few small changes that I think might help... I've tried to be very careful not to change any meanings within the poem but as English is your second language, I may have misinterpreted some things... hope it helps...

She had a very small world
that she could hide in her coat pocket
or hold firmly in her hand.

World, a vast world;
In that world fitted all her:
Adventures, dreams, desires... madnesses...
It just couldn't fit fear, loneliness and frustration.

In that little world, she reigned
unconscious of reality.
Poor creature!
She appreciated her little world so much;
she lost track of this one.

When she realized,
this world had turned, indifferently,
And everything she had
experienced in her little world,
she hadn't in this one.

Her little world
that used to fit all
became tiny.
And no longer fitted
her adventures, her dreams, her desires...her madnesses.