The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn't die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there's no chain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just always amazed by the way JM puts things in such a visceral and feeling way, gives me great joy to read them.