La Trinite dans ma tete
Est noircie quand ils appuient sur le bouton.
J'ai rencontre Bill Diamond au cour
Et je lui ai demande une allumette.
Il y a du feu au Ciel. A travers les barreaux
Je vois des morceaux brules dans le champ de ble des etoiles.
1962
-' Grady Under shock Treatment'.James K. Baxter (1926-1972) .Part 4 of 'The Holy Life and Death of Concrete Grady'.
'James K. Baxter. Poems. Selected and Introduced by Sam Hunt', p.67.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is fire in Heaven. Through the bars and burnt pieces of wheat fields are seen. This poem is very brilliantly penned by the poet ad very interestingly and nicely translated by your kind self. This poem is definitely very nice.10