After Su Tung P'O Poem by Heather McHugh
After Su Tung P'O
ON THE BIRTH OF A SON
When a child is born, the parents say
they hope it's healthy and intelligent. But as for me—
well, vigor and intelligence have wrecked my life. I pray
this baby we are seeing walloped, wiped and winningly anointed,
turns out dumb as oakum—and more sinister. That way
he can crown a tranquil life by being
appointed a cabinet minister.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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