I met a traveller at Antique Land
Who said: ‘I have two legless trunks at home
Standing in the corner. On them, on the band
Of metal that strengthens their walls of foam,
A worn and dog-eared publicity photo and
Autograph of an entertainer there I read,
Who yet survives on TV with gaudy rings
And a voice that mocks and a belly well fed.
And on the brazen latch these words appear-
“My name Is Ozzy Osbourne of Aston. Things
Look upon my work in nighties, and don’t care! ”
Nothing inside remains, look as ye may
Among the carcasses of headless bats in there,
Bottles, needles, and straws lay in stark array.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem