New rivers in the full horizon- beautiful words that
I don’t even know
Newly budding in a cemetery- and how they hold over
For her like candles
On her holidays- ripe as corn in an unabashed field-
Brown as her body looking at the
Sugar cane burning,
As she came over to America and pulled up to the movies,
As the raindrops of another place-
Hit her body once or twice wanting to be hers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something about this poem really jumps out at me. Not sure I can even articulate it, but I love it. Thanks for sharing.