Their gazes set hard so fixed
as if to suggest...something;
) pale rust of the tin, too proud,
they favor the broken bricks and
their steel curtains. This song mixed
to men as if to suggest...nothing;
) mouths gaping breathless and too loud
at flesh flagging from girders like sand
or flags unfurled over the river Styx.
too often these men, women...children ring
) the bank, so muddy, there is no ground
or footholds for them. Here the simpleness of man
displays how he mimics
himself as if to suggest...Something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Original, the picture you paint with words is so vivid and with great insight you lay bare it's soul! !