the day begins drear
three dead files on windowsill
so funereal
a line of black cars
we follow processional
our tears flow freely
his final journey begun
the yellow curtains a screen
another friend lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one has me scratching my head a bit. maybe i was bitten by a FILE? ? ? and..." word coincidence" ! ! ! ! earlier today i read a poem by Lora Colon & SHE used " drear" , which i researched & learned is a " Literary" term for " dreary" . Ha! i came to this poem as i once learned the Japanese alphabet (both of them actually, but NO Chinese characters) . You DO see why i typed FILE, right? bri :)