Another cathedral with the ceiling of
A cave—I wonder outside into
Another home
Of reindeer and foxes—
The housewives look out through windows—
They do not remember any of this,
But their pools glisten with moonlit jubilee:
And their faceless men
Are coming home wanting to inebriate
And kiss upon the perfumes of their trophies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem