Legs! Legs!
What are you legs?
In streets,
legs, legs__
Only legs,
That rush for food,
And that dally,
Some for mysteries__
All but legs.
O legs!
I see you all over,
But do you,
Have an eye for me?
O legs!
Legs!
You legs,
Bethink legs,
That when I grow,
I’ll never see you,
Ghostly,
I’ll tell you,
Goodbye legs!
I’ll die from you,
For I’ll be risen up,
Risen over legs,
Risen over you legs.
(Dec 1994)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an odd perspective. As if you are lying down in the street or very small and helpless.