the new house is
not at all accommodating
in fact it is hard to enter
the door is too narrow
and the windows too tight
the stairs are dangling
and the floors hazy like a
fog too dainty for the bird
to sit upon
i do not like it
and so i sleep on the grass
for the night
and then leave the following
morning searching for another
house to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem