A Tanka Prose for the author of 'The Pleasure of the Text'
After Roland Barthes declared the death of the author, two poems, lined up side by side, look suspiciously over their shoulders at each other.
this cold night- - - - - - in spring breeze
shakes me by the collar- - the painter captures
I avoid their gaze- - - - -a migrant's smile
when they shout, - - - - - under a banner that reads,
no more immigrants! - - - -diversity is our strength
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is amazing- -under the midday glow