Personable are the rainbows over the school yards
That survived into yesterday:
But my grandmother is buried up on that hill,
Kissing the sisters in the movie theatres
Against their will:
But I suppose they were meant to be here:
And they are here,
As the waves come in to the busy traffic-
As I go to school:
It is a nightmare to go to school, but I go:
And I have show and tell:
It is a presumptuous hell, but they get it right,
Because they’ve got tails to tell,
As the daylight burns, as the engines turn,
And it feels alright to finally believe, that they’ll
Be turning home again-
As the night surmounts the stars- and the beautiful
Pageantry becomes absolutely absurd-
The Ferris Wheels enjoy the night because it is
The only thing that they are made for-
And it is a beautiful, starless estuary- and it is
Something that I certainly do not deserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem