when first the bougainvillea
thrust its petals of gold up in the desert
a sudden tremor run through
green things in the dim woods of the savannah
bougainvillea in the desert
it crinkled their spears
love brought back
the crumbling sea of coal fire
its the rebirth of the Man
with wild-born things that thrill and blow
inside my loins was a dance like
the city's ceaseless roar and din
every vein made onto us kiths and kins
the dance with the bougainvillea
is far from the brambly paths I used to know
far from the rustling brooks that slip and hide
the dance is the lucid juicy aroma of the vine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem