My wife, come over to the
Other side of the work,
Like an ant crossing a river in
A jungle—
An egg fallen from the snake's
Mouth
And into a nest of sleepy-eyed
Crocodiles—
A beautiful jewel that sets
The dinner table—
Anyways, so lay down the angels—
And when they get upset,
They leave their hang-dog shadows,
And go on dates with better
Men—
The world echoes of its contraptions—
No part of it is without a history
Of destruction—
But I have stopped looking for your
Face alongside my own reflection
As it drives through the zoos and
The church yards—
And, for a little while, the best of
All of the men put on fireworks
To turn the fickle amusements of
The abusive gods towards them
For an instant,
As a latchkeyed airplane breathes
Its birthday wishes in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very unusual poem, free verse, Takes more than one read to get full impact. However, good first impression, I liked it. Visual and intelectual imagery on steady course to the mind and sentiments poetically expressed. I liked it, different and enthralling