Now you can cry for me
One or two stories up
From the road-
While the son you once were
Dissapears-
After the dogs whose sharp senses
Are pinpointing rattlesnakes-
What foothills are those
In that cool path
At the bottom of the
Kaliedescope of
Semiprecious shade-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem