I like beer,
And cheap rum and
Space ships;
And if you signal me,
I’ll turn around and collect you,
And name you some type of flower:
It’s a beautiful name,
I assure you,
And most of it hidden like Hemmingway:
And birds and planets revolving too
Across your room,
Across the higher basins:
I’ll lay you across a star ship and christen you
With a bottle of wine lifted from her store,
Because I shouldn’t have to pay for
Anything to reveal you,
Because what would that make you?
What would that make me- And I loved her,
But she’s married and has a child,
And its still raining outside,
And you are quite peaceful and easy enough
To carry down to the sea to make love,
Like eating a tuna fish sandwich,
And sending a greeting card: a thousand pages of
Nothing,
When I could have you right now.
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I would like to translate this poem
Well, Robert, all I can say is that you have a new fan. I'm blown away.