The corpse could not deny what it was it was
past the dog began to bark more often than before
the man began to think more often than before
about his poor dear lovely wife
his one and only lady love of many years who
was lost which did not mean she'd vanished
he bought a blue guitar he read he studied started
stroking his dog more often than before he said hello
to people in the morning sun hello to things he sang
of chair and table and pencils puppets pans and pins
useless pointless and important crucial for her too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem