Tomorrow, in you haven find
all whom specters of the past oppress
hospice of the hopeless, hoping, no less,
to leave ignominies behind.
The debtor, the lover, the murderer, they
pursue you-racing a step ahead,
you hitch your hems and quicken your tread
and bid them bide just one more day.
Down the road you re-trick your beams
and as before as lovely shine
Morgan, manana, domani, demain-
Promise the same by any name
Copious teat of anyone's dreams
Mortgaged to you let us live, amen!
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I would like to translate this poem
A fabulous piece. Fun to read thanks for sharing your work.