Child, you are lost and you donâ€™t
Wish for me to find youâ€"climbing up through the
Strange spinsters of the nightâ€"
Looking for apples in the arboreal bosomâ€"
The stars chickenpox but dancing
Beautifullyâ€"your memories on a bus to school,
The alligators in the canal,
And your parents in bed together while the moonlight
Is dancing in the pool like a toy seaâ€"
I left fireworks in a bag underneath the night blooming
That you will never findâ€"
And you know, there are so many airplanes climbing
In the sky and leaping forever across the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem