I love you,
Susan;
You are my god-
I want nothing more
Than to bask
In the verdant esplanades
Beneath your tremulous bosom;
But I am a pantheist
And the other gods,
They are insouciantly jealous
Just waking up like flies from
The daub;
It will be for us the same kind
Of hell, I reckon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the ONE, I think. Fantastic.