To talk about the novice English verse practitioners,
Trying to write and evolve,
Attempting to write and contribute
And to make a name
And the attmpted critiques
Of them,
Can this be the all
That want we to hear from?
Literature from the northeast is not
What say they,
Ask you not them,
Learning to write in,
But them,
The local dialect speakers and the dwellers
Who know more than them,
Who pose to be
The representative creative writers
But are not,
The marketing fellows,
Selling the northeast in open markets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem