Mr Wilde has said that sunsets are out of fashion. This defect could undoubtedly be covered
up if landscapes constantly moved around. The fact of seeing a landscape in the same place
- is necessarily boring. The contrary would be charming. And spectacular. A cluster of
trees migrating under the sky. Or a tree going on its way to the jungle - alone - straight-
on its countless little, white legs.
But then people would invent cages to trap landscapes. And a landscape in a cage can't feel
very happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem