Lost into a school in an afternoon:
Like a goldfish bubbling at the edge of her perceptive
Sea:
This I see all over again in the movie-theatre lives
Of all of the adolescents of this fare country:
There they are burning in unison:
All-together,
Match-sticks glowing in like-minded epiphany—
All of the hills rolling as lovers towards and away again
For all of the esoteric bears:
Pictures lost in a book of brail that only knew so many fingers
As his lovers:
Eyes as alien as the effervescing clouds—
Having to look away again, narcissus into the ever-clear basins
Of all of her amusements:
The daylight of the afternoon having been shot and fallen
Into the Earth—
The promises of the teachers clogged into all of the
Choking throats of mailboxes:
And another god with all of his pitiful ambulances of numbers,
Crammed and clogged up once again into the sky:
The pieces of blindness that fall down to love us,
The sunlight falling once again onto the patios of the passersby.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully written piece, Robert. Thanks.