My window looks out upon
A budding horizon, as far as
The eye can see
Blue skies and yellow meadows
Sunbeams bathing
Cloudless heavens
Meandering paths
Gallantly cutting to my doorstep
At first somewhere in between
There stood a solitary anntena
Firm steely structure
Pointing its figure at the sky
Humming in static monotone
Sending messages
Gossiping electric currents
To all the people here and about
Soon joined by poles
And lines and cables
Criss crossing back and forth
A network of viens marking
A once clear horizon,
I have acquiesed
Getting used to these obstacles
My mind blocks them out
These very important vertical
Steely beings, serve us day
In and out, of them we cannot
Do without
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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