d the close triangle, with a small japanese bridge
then the long job c, stretching like a rained web,
e? a family, with one son running to heaven,
f the big car heavy with chrome, then g that opens
as a cool river tide, a an honest man, half a hand,
b the closed room that locks you up..
these are my friends that will never wane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem