The sky is rumbling
Some birds fly
And twitter against the wind
The coconut fronds sing
A thousand silent songs
And the sagging electric lines
Prance in the wind.
This is the order
Of the evening
A drunken man
Is driving against the traffic
And police are sleeping on duty
With their eyes open
There seem to be
A new order
In the wind
One wrong thing
Done often has
Righted a wrong
And the world is
Dizzying in the opposite
Of what ought to be right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem