Beauty in a carnival here at home;
And in acrobats over seas where I talk to a girl,
Calling down from a comely terrace- wanting to be married-
The girl I loved from Mexico has abandoned our
Adultery,
And returned to her husband- he is there to love her like
A prize he doesn’t appreciate-
Maybe my soul has lingered over the wingspan of her
Brown shoulder blades for a very long year,
My heart pounded on a butcher’s sea saw- but finally the beaten
Waves leave a mark,
The seahorses are stunted and amnesiac- did she ever
Love me, I hardly wonder- as I begin to step
Up to cross the hurdles into another girl’s yard
Floating with delight in a promising sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem