Now a sackbutt, reader, is a violin,
& I tell you this, & you nod
having suspected as much -
one type of reader does -
or you don’t, being another, a second kind of reader, & having
known all along -
Why do I tell you this? Will violins be my thing in this, this poem?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem