Are you going to be just a radio:
Loads of sound,
Loads of noise;
Loads of nothing at all,
Saddling my closet eye;
No crumbs for my outside eyes;
Saddled long with badworseandugly?
Can't you leap into a screen;
Show some teeth,
Show some tears,
Show some screensavable deeds?
O, can't you be a book;
Reveal the skeletons,
Reveal the flesh inside?
You can be the rising sun;
Are you going to be just a ray?
Are you going to be just a radio?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem