A weird dictionary I planned to compile
Long ago I built a castle in the air
Utterly absurd
No word would find a place there
without a hundred per cent fancy
Its meaning would be
given there in a fanciful context
Only I would use it as a patois
with my fancied characters
Only I'd laugh during every chat
Mine would be the monopoly on anger
Three times at most I would use a word
and then wring its neck
I'd bury the body of the word
like that of a dead child
The word once rejected
would leave no trace
Only I'd script a newborn's lot
I would keep no register
of its birth or death
by drawing a line on a white wall
with a cinder
When myself I'd forget
the dictionary would meet its end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem