They will wake up and they will have to
Go to school again:
The cars will flash, and the fireworks will
Go off like
Grasshoppers trying to kiss dragonflies-
And the other things I do not know
Will be left for the housewives
To discover
Outside in their backyards, topless in
Their preordained natures,
The alligators watching them like the transmutations
Of bachelors underneath a witchcraft of
Burning sugarcane:
And the highways will rile up and down on
Either side of them,
And their reel will continue blissfully into its
Conclusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem