Awakened by crowds,
Demanding,
Excitedly foraging,
Gloatingly handling idolatrous junk.
Knocking,
Living madly near overfilled pavements,
Quickening racers surge
Through unique varied walkways,
Xerically yelling zeroprices.
Have you read 'The potato game' by Vachel Lindsay. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some one did something similar at a poetry reading, but allowed himself more than one go with each letter. He read it my heart too! Most impressive. This is equally clever! Wonder what I shall do mine on (dictionary, out you come!)