Last night I dreamt
that I went to the movies -
I sat in the darkness
of the dream palace
staring at flickering images
and sailed away
on silver wings!
I escaped again
from mean streets
and left far behind
the grit and grime-
A life of scondhand
rags and leftovers-
A twisted youth
in a dingy flat
over a saloon-
Transformed I bcame
the hero on horseback
riding through purple sage-
sitting silently on the aisle
in the dream palace
on 63rd Street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think I know the feeling. Excellent work...