Check this out, bro! Angels all pink and buff-
muscles pumped and pearly whites agleam!
Sinewy arms from on high! See wee lambkins
dappling each other on green lawns!
Check the palefaced dude astride the bough!
Kellygreen grass under the dark old oak!
Men in blue pass by in black and whites!
Study in charcoal and white, Mr. Blake?
Say what's experience? What's innocence?
Blake and his angels are long gone, bro!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But it's not finished. The next to last line needs another reading.