For Colin
Glad to hear from you
Although I thought it was someone else
I was in the city talking with an editor
Not long ago and your name came up
Let's print it
He was saying
His face was like yours when you're excited
I had my finger in some Rilke
And he had a highball glass he kept filling with water
I was frightened by the reports of mass executions in Africa
I kept seeing my infant son being killed by a casual soldier
When he read your long poem I thought I heard creek water
I thought how happy the sun striking the tops of clouds made me
My dear friend
How could I fail to recognize your handwriting
RAB
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When he read your long poem I thought I heard creek water I thought how happy the sun striking the tops of clouds made me a very nice poem. pain, suffering, injustice....... hope, so many points i could deduce from your poem. thank you. tony