The sad eyes
of a mildewed newspaper
found in your cellar.
Or else: eyes like blueberries
and a mouth like a candied plum.
Loves to go to the circus-
and the zoo, and to gasp
and groan and grumble.
P. S. Always wears a watch on both wrists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this poem simultaneously frivolous and profoundly deep.